i am still up…
i would have already chilled at my pad in the south bay when a cousin asked me to watch russell peters in the city. so, i ended up driving up to the city again. then after peters’ gig, another friend asked me to hang out with him at the northbeach area. so here i am, still up at 2am and i just got back from downtown sf.
my body was tired. i felt a gush of water flow through my ears as i slowly submerged my head into the bath tub. my right shoulder felt like a hammer just hit it and the crushed veins brought signals that sent me drowning for the rest of the evening. i’ve been playing volleyball for over 3 hours since monday, three nights in a row. not to mention the basketball games during lunch hour. just came back from the gym and my calves and quads were both hurting from all the heavy lifting. i lifted my legs up the water but the resistance felt like another set of weights pulling my shins down to the bottom.
just like how the daredevil slept, i closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace of nothingness and silence.
i felt the omnipresence. floating. bright light. white light. inside the womb hearing muffled deep house beats inside your head. i was one with nature, with everything. and i felt grateful.
notice how emotions described by words make you weaker and then stronger.