jeremybeale
Am I moving too quickly at this moment? I can feel it in every fiber of my being. Trying to make it to this finish line and finish line that I can't possibly achieve. There is so much more to this life than simply trying to make it to the end. It’s about the journey, it's about each fleeting moment floating from existence. I hold onto that in between and hope I didn’t move to quick.
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It was all momentary…the way I felt. The way I just went without thinking. Running-sprinting
towards the finish line trying to emerge victoriously. However, there is so much more to this life than simply making it to the end and winning. It’s about the journey as each moment fleets from existence. We hold onto that in between and hope we didn’t move to quick.
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It was all momentary…the way I felt. The way I just went without thinking. Running-sprinting
towards the finish line trying to emerge victorious. However, there is so much more to this life than simply making it to the end and winning. It’s about the journey as each moment fleets from existence. We hold onto that inbetween and hope we didn’t move to quick.
No bristle have touched these grounds, grounds that seem like a fresh December snow. Caked in the dust of the past untouched, waiting to be moved, to be stirred, to be lifted in the air. But, it continues to grow. But, with one swift motion it could be swept away and yet it lingers untouched.
To dream a dream and forget reality.
I sat at my desk trying to remain conscious but my addictions kicked in like a bad habit. As my eyes glazed over trying to remain, in the end, they could not. So I fell and I fell deep. I succame to my addiction and it felt good. Boy, it felt good.
As the Zzz's lept from my mind and into the atmosphere nothing could sop the rush I had felt. I was more alive asleep than awake. It was invigorating. Why was this forbidden? Why could I not just pass away into this abyss.
Slam!
I awoke to foot padder on the floor. Turns out I was reminded you can't fall asleep on the job.
A remember barely opening my eyes. I was so tired. I didn't think I could make it out of bed. Somehow I found the energy. Maybe it was the smell of pancakes that gave me that extra motivation to raise my head off my pillow. Or maybe it was my dad pounding on the door. There was n sleeping in, in a military family. It was the first day of school. And as I stood in front of the door after putting on all of my first day of school clothes my dad asked If I was ready. Work time I screamed as I ran down the street. My backpack was wide open and so went a trail of my excitement following me from the house. By the time I got to school everything was already gone. Inside the classroom, my teacher asked the class if we were ready. I would have said work time, but I left all my work at home.
It is amazing how fast we forget about the times we share with those around us. One day we are pouring flour into cake batter with our parents and the next we are doing so with our own.
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