Running out of ground 

running so hard you lost footing 

Running so hard you break down 

You have to find your pace 

You have to listen for your sound 

Don’t run so fast that you run out of ground 

Don’t breathe so hard you run out of breath

It’s a marathon not a sprint as they say

But you can’t help yourself 

You go so fast 

The faster you go the harder you fall

Then all you’re left with is you and that moment. 

   

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It is what

the simplest question of all 

What is it?

Life 

Is it defined by the number of breaths we take?

Is it the number of days lived in the physical world?

Or by the times we’ve felt alive?

And what is a life worth living?

Essentially we are a compilation of matter and light so what do we live for?

The days that make us feel hope.

And death? 

Is it when the hourglass turns out empty atop? 

Is it the day we stop living or the day we stop feeling alive?

Hope?

The last of Pandora’s box. 

It is ours. To help us through succumbing to life.  

 

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writing to you like this makes me feel like you’re still there. I feel you in my sleep and see you in everything I do. I have countless days where I think I see you around 3rd Ave but then I realize it’s impossible. Your looks haunt me. You are the most beautifully tragic thing that has ever happened to me and I thank the hands of fate that we know each other but I despise the cruelty of the world for keeping us apart

– late night spontaneous venting

A Start to Finish

20 years.. and for at least 8 of them I had a passion. Writing. It is still my passion and a burning one at that. I often wonder why then I have chosen the path most traveled, as dear Robert Frost would compare my life’s work to. What I have chosen to pursue is in fact the road most often traveled upon. As I started my path I did see two paths but only one destination. It is incredibly easy to follow the steps of those who came before you as opposed to breaking fresh dirt. Well, who wants to disrupt the earths beautifully settled soul anyways? It takes someone with passion, ambition, but most of all courage to awaken the earths spirit by stepping on fresh soil. History tells us change is good. But history shows us how hard it is. It is hard to step onto the path and not know where you are going. People say the future lies ahead but in fact the future lies within the present for most individuals. They know what is to come (at least in a general sense). A student in medical school is bound to become a doctor. A student in law school is destined to become a lawyer. They may not know what types of jobs they will hold but they know they will always be practicing medicine or law. On the other hand, take an artist or a writer. This individual does not know if they will be employed. They do not know how “good” they are or how “prepared” they are. There is no standardized examination to measure their potential. This is the road with no destination, simply imagination. These individuals are those who chose to take the path less trodden upon. Not knowing is nothing and everything all at the same time. The light at the end of the tunnel draws those with a heavy heart. There is not supposed to be a light let along a tunnel. Why the struggle. The light at the end of the tunnel comes with the path most taken. I then wonder, is there even a dark tunnel along the other path? What does the world have in store for me.  What does the earth’s soul want me to absorb. What does the dense, untouched soil hold within in. And what is at the end of my path.