Disco Balls

It was about a week before Christmas 2017. Usually this is the most anxious time of year for me, but my mind was strangely at peace while I was laying on a cold grimy ground of an abandoned haunted US Post Office in Houston. I was staring at a 100 disco balls from the ceiling, enjoying the light and shadows that glimmered through my eyes. My friend Emma had her head resting on my belly and the whole facility smelt like booze and everybody was stumbling with laughter. I kind of wished I was on everybody’s level but I was soaking in the present and turning it into a memory. It was 1am and I was about to drive 10+ hours the following morning to go trekking in the mountains in the Chihuahuan Desert. Fuck. I needed sleep. Yet, I couldn’t help but stay up and ponder on my curious thoughts. Sometimes I wonder if I’m running away from everything or if I’m going after something extraordinary. Maybe it’s just the same thing.