I Am Santo

Fiction, poetry, music and mindscape pictures by creative artist Jason Santo

Walk this world. Break days into eggshell hours and horsehair minutes, leaving the coarseness of seconds along like a breadcrumb trail back to youth. Whistle. Cloud guess. Build forts. Hide. Run so fast to nowhere with no one waiting; with no agenda demanding arrival and obligation just a word that sounds like a boardgame with blocks and armies. Upend the structure of expectation. Expose the fragility of rules. Bask in affections and love, sweetness, just love! As if your heart were the only one that is able in this brick-encased ordered world of cubicles and paperclips, of containment and reserve. Sweat! Cry! Fight! Swoon! Do not compromise, but instead command the waves to break on your command and the sun to poke through rain clouds threatening to disrupt your mighty abandon. Hollow reality as if it were a woodwind – a piccolo – and play a high tune from your effort that will catch willing hearts in your music and teach them how to dance. You’re the wonder, the culmination of chance and love passed down through crooked generations, a dice roll into presence and the cure to trepidation by shame. Walk this world. And bring down walls with every small step taken into the future; ruining limitations and embracing bliss.

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Let’s give them a chance to live. Thanks to @karens_words for telling me to write this.

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(at Hope Walker)

Going wonder. Going. Growing. Gone. Grown. Joy lifted. Elevated. Pushed Heavenward. Debuted in the summer haze. Cured by the winter chill. The crawl into age and ownership. This world. An inheritance of debt and worry. How youth colors it. How it’s forgotten. The melody lost. What a tune. Such ear candy. Not lost. Shunned. Stored away. Too close to the heart to throw away. Stuffed animal hugs. Dogeared first reads. Antiquated worn furniture. Refuse. Left. The burden of years. Compounded. Awake. Diluted. The purity days. The laughter. The uncompromising hours. The filth. Undone youth. Spiraling loss. Hold on. Just hold on. There. See it? There. Squeeze it. Never ever let go. There. It’s you. It’s youth. There. Going. Leaving. Hold on. Gone.

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The belief in you is salvation for a soul left crooked by worry and fault. The twenty hour wakings leave heavy stones on hearts beating with ever more labor that you – somehow and someway – avoid the haunt of misery. It’s not all sadness. There are smiles and laughter poking through the blanket of grim; poppies in a field of death, strange anomalies bubbling from the cursed soil of cracked lineage. May you grow tulips. May your ground be fertile and your hope a constant vernal welcome. The sun shines and you swim in its light with a glee that must live on. May joy be your rule. May where you came from be incidental and no cause for lessening hope. Run to the sun, little one. Devotion to your happiness is the work of your mother and father, but its your responsibility. The choice to live in Spring rather than in Winter is yours. The map you follow to the sun’s warmth is drawn from mistakes made by parents lost in a sea of their own reckonings, the ink of their failure still drying. Forgive them and let your sun thaw their frozen love.

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