Sunday, June 14, 2009

Hurry

Here I am at 5:21, and I feel impatient: with sleep, with myself, with the world.
It's one of those restless moments in which I feel that I want to fly (or at least walk, possibly run, around my neighborhood, pretty purples flowers and me). But I so sorely feel the ground and know that flying is impossible at the moment. There's so much to do here on earth in the next week.
I want to escape.
And I will soon enough.
The road waits for the rubber of my tires.
Here I come.

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