that runrunrunrunrunrunrun-thing is back.
something in life is changing, welling up in my i can feel it chest, ready to spill over and bring about big changes.
must.
do.
something.
must make that epic leap i can feel beginning.
i feel like yelling.
something.
runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun and FUCKING YELL LIKE AN ANIMAL.
anxiousness of a different nature.
ultimately it comes down to the me who breathes and the me i write and the two are converging at an alarming rate, frenetic action and calm acceptance now the same une chimère.
oh this is all just ridiculousness anyway. i have only ever met one person who understands this and the day is running out and really nothing has changed and it is all ok and today will be swallowed up by tomorrow and things gradually trudge on, none of this useless dramatics.
comme ci, comme ça.
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