Hold on to something, because here is another adventure of me typing whatever comes to mind.
How come no one is around to play tennis at 3:30am? The air is perfect right now, everything seems simple. All sound vibratiosn possibly could be focused on a green tennis ball bouncing against the ground and back up again.
I’ve been trying to find distance, and it has been hard. I remember, but I try not to think about it. Sometimes I feel like I need to turn back and embrace, but I focus on my determination to press forward. If I could only delete the passphrases from my mind, I’m sure I would have no problem with making time.
I have this pair of shorts which saw its end today. I had a small hole near one of the pockets, until I sat down in my chair tonight and heard a ripping sound. A little tug on my back pocket, and it pretty much ripped off completely. So now I’m able to feel a little more air now. The retirement of the shorts is a bit of a problem, because I liked them and haven’t been able to find a good replacement.
I wish I could say I was closing in on some goals, but the harder I try and grasp, the more star systems slip through my fingers. I dream a dream that will never come true. I think back to the good times when I used to embrase the ambitions. If the distance were just a little bit shorter, then maybe I could double the ideas that now seems too short.