blabbery - - Profil3

ok... i guess its ok if this doesn't make sense for any of you guys but its self titled so go ahead if you wanna read about it

I ran my way to whats called the now. Now is what I see before me. Far beyond the limits to what I can see, lies whats called the future. Taking a deep breath, my journey of a thousand mile begins with this one step. Isn't it so ironic how a journey always begin with that first step, but the journey never winds back? How different would my current 'now' be if I stepped backwards and the journey landed where I first began?

It leaves me to thinking, have I been running too fast? Perhaps I haven't been looking through. Haven't been enjoying what I can... and just running.... ignoring my temptations and ignoring others of their advices and their expectations for me to become a better person which will prevent me and myself from hurting. I should.... just turn my head around... look towards the future. I am almost there. Almost toward where I expected to be. Or am I?

I guess I was running facing the past and this is all just a crick in the neck. I'll be okay if I just face forward. 'just..... do it!..... turn around before you hurt yourself!!!' I take a brief moment to think. There's no way I can go back. there's so many things that I have accomplished and more importantly, I've sacrificed way too many emotions.... of mine... of others.... and I wouldn't be forgiven. But... if all of them... would miraculously forgive me, maybe i would want to sprint back. Sprint back to that time when everything was new to me.

Struck with reality, I look down and ask myself to forgive me for thinking the outrageous, for I cannot be forgiven.

I will run again. I will run until my breath tells me to slow down. That will be the only way I will be separated... at least that much of a distance. From what I ripped off of myself... from what I yearned for...

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