A Journal of Sorts
"I know a lot of fancy dancers people who can glide you on a floor they move so smooth but have no answers when you ask them "What d'you come here for?" "I don't know" "Why?" I know many fine feathered friends but their friendliness depends on how you do they know many sure fired ways to find out the one who pays and how you do..." ~ Cat Stevens ~ . o O ( oh the memories... and the dreams ) O o . but back to life, back to reality... the good news is I had time to relax a little bit today, but just a little... relaxing is not readily available the places I have to stay during this in-between more permanent residences phase... too many people, too much noise, and too much need, for starters... ironically, kind of like going to work... when will it come around? (that goes-around thing)... so I finally sorted through the car a little and I put some boxes into Raspy's room, but I still haven't done laundry cuz the washer and dryer was being used... I might wind up starting to head back to a self-serve laundry out there at this rate... so maybe I can meet someone over dirty clothes J and then something happened, but I forgot... but after that I'm called in for another night shift... good for the wallet, not good for the body... but I'll survive ok cuz I got a little rest today... I am definitely feeling very close to physical limits though, especially since I'm undermining this body on all levels... weight is up past safe upper limits, diet is way too heavy, exercise and physical relaxation and comfort is nil, sleep is minimal, stress is moderate, most de-stressors are unavailable, breathing is shallow, water intake is down, sugar, salt, and caffiene intake way up, more than a decade since a check up, and age is as high as I recall (not recalling previous lives too clearly... ah, at least I still somehow find my smile) J it doesn't seem to matter to anyone anymore oh there may be some scattered cries across the seas but when I look around me nobody's really here and the only one who cares for me is me and that's so lonely for I want to share so much it becomes painful when I want so much to touch and there's no one to touch the stronger the unfulfilled desire the more intense the pain and anyone in their right mind who wanted as much as me would have long gone insane you be the judge J |
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