Ras (Ethiopian for Boss) She's the purrfect little one-eyed cat. She's a handful but she and Chleo are getting on - so that's good.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Funk
You're sailing along, just fine and than there's a call, or an email, or you run in to them at a gas station just north of Timbuktu - those shadows from the past.
Which ever it is, it leaves you in a funk. Instead of dreaming of endless possibilities, you stop sleeping, you're listless, you lay on the couch and OD on bad television.
It's has if you start mourning the loss of those possibilities all over again. Or perhaps it's the fear that you will start hoping, maybe, one day to dream of endless possibilities again. Regardless it is best to fill your days with appointments, keeping your body in endless movement until your mind can settle on an answer - and move on.
Which ever it is, it leaves you in a funk. Instead of dreaming of endless possibilities, you stop sleeping, you're listless, you lay on the couch and OD on bad television.
It's has if you start mourning the loss of those possibilities all over again. Or perhaps it's the fear that you will start hoping, maybe, one day to dream of endless possibilities again. Regardless it is best to fill your days with appointments, keeping your body in endless movement until your mind can settle on an answer - and move on.
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