really?
i keep losing track of the damn thing. me. (being the damn thing).
seems like thoughts outwit me sometimes. me struggling not to let them happen, maybe. so they do, obviously, and i send them running like hell. and they go feisting on the big chunks of nothingness that abound. which does not help at all.
well, it is a new year after all. maybe i should try and get to know those sprinters and turn them into marathonists. while i become one also. so that we can start going side by side and appreciating the view along roads paved with lots of everything. never nothing.
i feel like matthew arnold here; swear i'll phase out the pessimistic view.
new and happy year. with a lot of light running to look forward to. steady and always. :)
c
i keep losing track of the damn thing. me. (being the damn thing).
seems like thoughts outwit me sometimes. me struggling not to let them happen, maybe. so they do, obviously, and i send them running like hell. and they go feisting on the big chunks of nothingness that abound. which does not help at all.
well, it is a new year after all. maybe i should try and get to know those sprinters and turn them into marathonists. while i become one also. so that we can start going side by side and appreciating the view along roads paved with lots of everything. never nothing.
i feel like matthew arnold here; swear i'll phase out the pessimistic view.
new and happy year. with a lot of light running to look forward to. steady and always. :)
c
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