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Saturday, August 15, 2009

Hold Your Fucking Breath

When you're feeling anything less than hope, it's time.
When your "right now" is dragging itself to the past, it's also time.
When melancholy stealthily envelopes all the things you do, I think it's time.

And if I knew what I was running from, I'd be gone in a matter of weeks.

3 comments:

frogman said...

at least do you know what the destination is?

as in, do you know where you would run to? that seems to be my problem, i keep lifting my foot to take the next step, but i have no idea in what direction that step needs to be..

Meesh said...

I've no idea what the destination is.
It doesn't matter though, as long as you're away from whatever it is that you're running from.

Oh, and I should throw in a "It's not the destination, it's the journey" in there. (Loosely quoted)

JenniAsh said...

Short. Sweet. Stark.
Nice.

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