Monday, October 16, 2006

Square One, My Slate is Clear

i guess in terms of order, you can't really ever put the thumb right on what you think you have control of. (it's an animal that can't sit still)

blurry year...

i know that i cared, and i know i gave it my all, but why looking back does it seem so sad, so confusing, so fucked up?

there's two sides fighting for the title weight in this head, and it's split right down the middle. there's the first boxer, sweet and in love.(0-2) then, there is the opposing boxer, downright fucked up and always has that crazy look in his eye.(2-0)

resolve, eh?

always believe your worth more than the piece of shit that is treating you like trash, they aren't worth a second more of your time or life, that's my resolve.

status you want?

well, i do know that my blood seems to be running through the old veins a lot easier lately. i don't have that pain in the joints anymore when i go run, and i can't recall the last toss 'n' turn night in the old sleeping sack. oh, and i've been happy too, so that's a plus.

i think you can go running and have a goal to do three or four miles that day, but somehow and in some way, you can easily run yourself in to an endless circle with no goal, no stop watch to know where the fuck your at.

...then you just go home and go to bed with a stiff knee and a horrid sock odor.

- adam


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