I went to bed early. Got back up and watched tv. Had indigestion from pizza. I used to be in tune with my body. I knew every nuance. Why I hurt, how in shape I was. What was stressing me and how to cope. I was in control. My mind body and soul were one. Now they all feel separate. Fragmented.
I feel like I am repeating things. Every post is redundant. Like I have said all this before. Watched a little of road house. Seeing Patrick swayze as young, in shape. He died so young of cancer. Every story comes to an end. We all fade and die.
So much going through my mind. Now connections at work starting. Trying to get housing. So wrapped up in thoughts, forget to post sometimes
Just want a personal narrative I am compelled by. for this audience of one
“I can still remember, the words and what they meant. As we etched them with our fingers, in years of wet cement” Rise Against
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