ponderous, really ponderous
My roommates’ kittens are play-fighting in the upstairs hallway, the ending of Saw 2 is still vivid in my mind and multiple gift wrapping masterpieces sit on the table waiting for presentation in the morning. I write this in preparation of internet access, my legs and lower back sore from my hour at the gym this evening. Oddly enough, only fifteen minutes were passed on the elliptical, with the remainder speaking to a boxing bag with forearms, elbows and Everlast-covered fists. How amazing it felt to finally return to the sweat, exhilaration and burn of a workout after a months’ absence due to illness. Today, was a good day, is still, and looks to be running well-oiled until my energy-drink induced alertness fades around the usual 2am-ish hour of the morn’.
Interesting how a single piece of video entertainment can get the mind running, preoccupied with moments previously believed as disregarded to the cobwebs of discarded emotions. Trigger. Unrelated triggers sneak in and I can only laugh at the absurdity, the reality that I approached and crossed my comfort line and enjoyed. Tart layers lead to the sweet, sweet candy. Yet I’ve poked a hole into the surface which once protected my desires, my slacking conscience.
Tired, I periodically rest my head along my elbow, considering sleep. Considering, only because my dreams have contained imagery I had believed to be discarded. Perhaps I should create visions regardless of potential reality and toss and turn with a smile on my face. Mmm, g’night.
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