ah perfect madness

We danced free with umbrellas and stuffed animals and small appliances and hangers and granola to the bouncing harmonies of the Of Montreal and then sat crosslegged breathing in the joyous textures of Sigur Ros and the silence while we meditated and then I read to my dear brothers the perfect words of The Prophet about friendship and everybody nodded in the low light and felt each other's souls. And the we made a beautiful apple crisp, ghetto style, using just a hot pot and talked about admiring things. And then we ate it, in all its imperfect glory, sitting around a centerpiece of the moment in which my preserved piranha ate my clock, called "Demise of Time" so as to express the intense desire for beautiful times like these to be able to last or live outside of time. We passed a bottle of passion fruit nectar, taking ecstatic swigs, and later made tea and sipped it in tiny ceramic cups. Jeff smiled and sat there bobbing his head like he does when he's happy or chillling and I could see that Steve, though behind his stoic wall, was being affected, at least, by all this amazingness. And we listened to music of all sorts and discussed time, joy and sorrow, and other random bits of life far into the night. And after all had quieted down and Jeff had gone and Johnny went to bed, Steve and I sat on the couch and felt each other's souls in the silence, once in a while breaking it to utter cryptic truths and shar struggles. I felt so close to these my brothers and realized that all this time I've been spending missing people not in my immediate life should go into deepening these relationships I have here and adding value to these people. I am working to lead people to be free and exposing life as beautiful in the eyes of anyone I meet.