disbelief.
the walls wax logistical and close in on me, sitting here squished with all of these hopes and dreams.
no one seems to follow through, it seems. not even me, unless you base your results on in con sisten cy.
the calendar hangs time in pretty little cubes. and one by one, these boxes ensue. blocked out. fucked up. gone.
do we write things down just to make sure something is left behind?
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Lose the calender. 1 set of walls you may not need.
A friend of mine rules his life through his calendar and never seems to accomplish anything. Just rushes from block to block without seeing what lies in and around.
Another friend of mine doesn't have a calendar, and we never know if he'll really be there. But his life is more full that the others as he ambles from place to place.
food for thought
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