In the shower in my hotel room
in Bangkok,
I listen to The Flaming Lips
“In The Morning Of The Magicians”.
It’s morning here and I’m getting
prepared to meet the CEO of
my company in an hour.
As the soft, warm water pours
down my silky skin,
and as I feel the song more and
more,
I begin to daydream of a woman
whom I’m falling in love with.
I start imagining how incredible
it would be to wake up with them
on a morning, every morning.
Then I just start crying out of joy
and tenderness.
Deep, soulful crying.
It’s like I can’t believe this
would be possible,
maybe not with the woman I was
daydreaming of.
I still believe morning moments
like that will happen.
I feel the depth, joy, and pain
of the future and of waiting for
the future,
and am thankful for
that spiritual moment in the shower
with that song.
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