Ode to a Jacket

It's like that thing people talk about, like SYNERGY or MAGIC, perhaps. It's that moment your hand brushes up against the softest, deepest blue fabric you've ever engaged with and then it's like you've found the rarest hand painted Indian wall hanging. It's like KISMET or TWIN FLAME vibes, perhaps. It's like when two things that don't seem to go together for any reason whatsoever, like a fork and a baseball cap, yet somehow the like UNLIKELY or IMPOSSIBLE, perhaps, occurs where they're like a PERFECT FIT, perhaps.

I'm so sick of hearing people PREACH like, "Think outside the box." Have you EVER intentionally placed yourself inside of a cardboard box and then tried to picture what's outside of it? Don't you already KNOW 'cause you saw your surroundings before getting in the box? Like, DUH.

It's more like, sit in the box and close your eyes. NOW you can TRUST THAT YOUR IMAGINATION WILL FABRICATE THE DREAMLAND THROUGH WHICH YOU WILL TRAVEL, ABOUT WHICH YOU WILL OBSERVE AND LEARN, AND FROM WHICH YOU WILL LEAP AND LEAD, perhaps.

There is ALWAYS a way, and that WAY will lead you to shit like THIS, perhaps.