I'm dreaming of Texas and days that have enough time. I'm wishing for understanding that right now is just about getting by, and I'm praying for serenity to accept that "getting by" is enough for tomorrow. I'm playing tunes in my head that I don't have the guts to sing out loud - my car is my stage, my dashboard my audience. I'm running in circles from building to building and back again, working for a piece of paper that says I Can. I'm regretting moves from months back, and hoping for the tolerance to make realistic decisions in the future. I'm finding that wants don't cover your needs, and being uncomfortable makes scrapes on your knees. I'm trying to find the breath that I need to get through my days and the minutes I need to finish them. I'm thinking that 5 hours of sleep isn't nearly enough and that afternoon naps sound better than they are. I'm needing to escape.
And I'd rather write to you when I'm sane.
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In a life where we are constantly bombarded with diet plans and energy drinks, uppers and downers, meaningless work and even more meaningless promises, we are bound to find one inconsequential way or another to “waste time.” But like Thoreau said, “we cannot kill time without injuring eternity.” There is a euphoria that shines in every one of us when we feel productive, honest, and loved. This is written to attest the magnitude of love and the beauty that comes from simple observation.
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