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Another 17 miles. I’m feeling it this time though, so tomorrow could be bad.

Because you’d be wrong.

Breeze still carries the sound
Maybe I’ll disappear
Tracks will fade in the snow
You won’t find me here

Ice is starting to form
Ending what had begun
I am locked in my head
With what I’ve done
I know you tried to rescue me
Didn’t let anyone get in
Left with a trace of all that was
And all that could have been

Please
Take this
And run far away
Far away from me
I am
Tainted
The two of us
Were never meant to be
All these
Pieces
And promises and left behinds
If only I could see
In my
Nothing
You meant everything
Everything to me

Gone fading everything
And all that could have been
All that could have been

Please
Take this
And run far away
Far as you can see
I am
Tainted
And happiness and peace of mind
Were never meant for me
All these
Pieces
And promises and left behinds
If only I could see
In my
Nothing
You meant everything
Everything to me

L-No (I’m so creative) says:

Some of the best things in life are twirling.

I am Collected.

All in all, it was a good weekend.

I had big plans to do absolutely nothing for the holiday/birthday weekend. I failed miserably. I already biked this morning even. There is definitely something wrong…

To finish another of my great stories, we have another quote from Monkey Boy:

I can’t wait to have a midlife crisis.