From This Box
In-breath.
It takes me 5 cups of coffee to develop a physical twitch. My eyes feel warm. I looked at myself critically in the mirror today, there are smile wrinkles at the corners of my eyes like so many dopplegangers still hanging about long after the happy moment has passed. Sentinels betraying my tough-guy facade, harbingers of what is to come, what is to come.
I am not afraid of the horizon, though my support system will surely have changed by the time I come to the precipice. The world is a beautiful place, and my attempts to explain why and how are feeble and tenuous.
We all are done for.
My note from Marcus Aurelius today says, "Adapt. Overcome." and I try to abide.
It takes me 5 cups of coffee to develop a physical twitch. My eyes feel warm. I looked at myself critically in the mirror today, there are smile wrinkles at the corners of my eyes like so many dopplegangers still hanging about long after the happy moment has passed. Sentinels betraying my tough-guy facade, harbingers of what is to come, what is to come.
I am not afraid of the horizon, though my support system will surely have changed by the time I come to the precipice. The world is a beautiful place, and my attempts to explain why and how are feeble and tenuous.
We all are done for.
My note from Marcus Aurelius today says, "Adapt. Overcome." and I try to abide.
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