alive, alive. alive!

but then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and i shambled after as i've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people who are for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'awww!'


that kind of person makes me feel alive, and at the same time, convicted. those are the people we gravitate to, the ones who give us a purpose and let us know we are human.

what's different about them?

they are experiencing and embracing the moment. i could go all "existential" and talk about them finding purpose in every moment, but that's not what i want to say.

those people are the ones who shine like stars, the ones who shine. the other night i read a passage about a lamp, on a stand. the lamp doesn't move, it just shines and shines and shines. same goes with us, we're in this place right now, why not just shine?