random-ness

the alarm. alarm. alarm.

wake. rain. greet the day. rain.

get up. go. move.

focus, concentrate. 7 am.

randomly misplaced molecules

and

freshly renewed spirits

push feet forward, with purpose.

i stumble, and fall over to-do lists.obligations.responsibilities.obligations.

momentarily i’m disarmed, debilitated.

breathe deep, attempt not to yawn.

i’m almost there.

8 am.

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So I started pounding the pavement again, walking, running, gimping. I’m having a hard time finding my groove musically.  Listening to music is essential when working out.  It sets the tone, drives me.  I’m lost in old mixed cds from last year.  Tara burned me a Perfect Circle cd.  While I enjoy the music it doesnt keep me moving.  The other day I was listening to the recording of Pearl Jam at State College…i know some day you’ll have a beautiful life, i know you’ll be a sun, in somebody else’s sky, but whyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyy, can’t it be mine? Thank god I was alone on the track because I’m sure I was quite a sight singing along with Eddie.  Musical suggestions anyone?

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Last week I was numb, dumbfounded even watching the unfolding tragedy that was Katrina.  Simply trying to put yourself in that situationin any way shape or form is so hard to fathom. Tonight while watching CNN they were displaying faces.faces.faces of the missing children, tiny children to teenagers. I couldnt stop crying.

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