I am my own rock - solid, rigid, stiff, 
resistant. 
But it hurts, the discomfort of my compacted and dense physicality weighs me down, 
There are a few,
a few who I may rely upon when the mass becomes overwhelming, 
They chisel a pebble from my rock, and carry upon their own shoulders, 
But only for a moment, 
a few seconds in which I may indulge in the pressure of a lesser degree, 
But the weight quickly plunges again, 
and again, and again, and again, 
a hammer of agonizing persistence, 
striking my shoulders, sending a shockwave - 
through my veins, 
mini blows throughout my musculature, 
it's a war to put one foot in front of the other, 
each step; lethargic, prolonged... forced. 
I am my own rock, 
My own burden, 
My own problem, 
- solid, rigid, stiff. 
- resistant.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
i'd come running - but only 'till i get tired.
when it starts, pursue with intrigue. 
when it happens, don't doubt it or over think it - become alive.
when it's happened, smile about it.
and when it's over, it's over. don't dwell on it, love it for what it was - and then leave it behind.
when it happens, don't doubt it or over think it - become alive.
when it's happened, smile about it.
and when it's over, it's over. don't dwell on it, love it for what it was - and then leave it behind.
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