meximan282
Port, the first part of my last name. A harbor, a passageway. Of course, because of recent events I can only think of the most base connotation. My place in a woman. My favorite home.
To crouch, to repose. I crouch during long shifts at work, when my knees feel over stretched, and my ham strings are crying. I take a break and crouch, and my muscles bend and calm and shudder with the contrast induced exstacy. Yeah it's weird I know.
My muse, my inner creator. I hope it doesn't fade, as I feel I am. I hope as I become more and more an adult, my mysticism and gullibility don't completely get squished by my experience and logic. The mixture is what makes me, human right?
everything is trusted. and thankfully most things can be. nothing deserves to be but everything we have is built on trust. we can't progress without trusting that what we did tomorrow will continue to exist, to matter, to make sense.
The gym is probably simultaneously the most positive and most negative place one can be. It has the power to change lives, improve and streamline so many peoples self-concept. Sadly, just like the real world, to go here, one must still deal with showy, conceited individuals. Sweat, and tears, and not so hidden fears. The giant mirrors will reflect a stark truth, but a positive future.
I ALREADY WROTE ABOUT THE WORD ROCKET. THIS IS THE THIRD TIME. Am I using this thing wrong?