He lives under a bridge like a troll, The Book Bag man. Everywhere he goes, he [as you guessed it],carries a bag with books in it. He is constantly reading. I pass him at least 2-3 times a day. Doesn't speak much. Don't blame him, sometimes it is so much more peaceful when you can rely on no one for conversation. It is a gift to be able to be alone with ones self and be comfortable. You do not necessarily have to be "anti-social", but just being alone is a okay spot...reading can produce that. Reading and writing, it teaches me a new window of love that I never understood existed.
To be intimate with not only one's self, but with the characters I create and the "real life" characters that I come in contact with every day. Being kind, I guess. Kinder to myself and to others...I/we have so much true power as we live. So small at first, but comes the day we 'wake-up" a little faster than normal and our eyes have changed. How many times have we been in a place very familiar to us, and that one time we just seem to notice something good about it. It feels good. Like a puzzle being put together. It just all seems to fit into place....."yeah, it Fits". Try to remember the last time you watched a sunset and that feeling it can pull out of you. The feeling of "it all fits"....
That was my first reaction to The Book Bag man...he "fit". He fit under his bridge, he fit sitting where he does and surrounded by his bags, it all simply fit. I speak with him sometimes, but all I can ever get out of him is "yes, yes, yes". While he nods his head, and for all I know he could be looking at me saying "yes", and in his mind he has me visioned standing there wearing a bunny outfit with a banana shoved up my ass!..Who knows what others are really thinking?..Maybe to him, picturing me like that , it also fits!..lol..Have a good day.......Ale!! how are you Tinette?
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