Running away

Crazy is as I am. I need a change NOW. Running away seems like the perfect thing to do. There are many reasons but mostly I am running away from my self. The running takes me half way across the world, hopefully it is enough.

I will be closer to what I need to keep away from, but it does not matter as the distance there is unbearable and unreachable no matter how close or far I am physically.

I do these semi spontaneous stupid things, big things, big risks - I challenge myself.
There are ALWAYS backup plans, but the risks are there. They are justified by not having anything to loose. I hope I am not proven wrong.

Prolonging life

They say a good laugh prolongs life. It's probably true. A good laugh that
leave your stomach muscles hurting can make you smile for days. My stomach
muscles have not hurt like that for a long time. I need to find something that
triggers it, fake or not. My life is getting shorter by the minute

At Heart

by icingicicles

a hunter by trade
on vast open plains
no obstacles nor hurdels
a lost boy at heart

a hunter by trade
one menu to desire
no requite nor demands
a seeking man at heart

a hunter by trade
one chance to see truth
no limit nor lies
a peaceful soul at heart

a hunter by trade
one feast devoured
no regret nor regards
a gentle soul at heart

a hunter by trade
on plains still lost
no sight nor peace
a hunter at heart

On Love

The desire to give all you possess to one person whom in return will do the same- the balance is made when neither will let the other do so at the expence of personal worth or development.

Mental Adventures

I read blogs, not many, but a handful of blogs I have followed over
long periods of time. A few have stopped writing and I have found
a few new ones. I have discovered that I read blogs that contain people
doing something I wish to do or dream about doing. It is a way to feed
the need for mental adventures. Finding a good blog is like finding a
sitcom written with you in mind.

The other woman

I think I am developing a second personality. This new me does not speak up when she needs to. She is clingy and needy, she can not relax or wind down. She can not think a single intelligent thought and putting thoughts into words becomes insanely difficult. She is the opposite of me, yet she only emerges when he is around. Who is this other woman? Freud would have a field day.

The book I finished today

Ayn Rand: The Fountainhead