I wonder if people laugh the same when they are babies? or is it something that develops over time?? Of course intonation would be different, but the type of chuckle, or giggle--is it the same as when we were only 2 years old?

So, delinquency has overrun my life this past 2 weeks. Apologies. More like a 6 year old and his 9 month old brother actually. Although fun and a great refresher to this normal everyday routine, I feel burnt like toast. Not to mention my sudden illness which plagued me on Monday afternoon--->3:30 am Tuesday. Body still recovering from sudden green-ness. yux...Monday was not a happy day for me at all.

And today I feel as though I'm suffering from Angina.

My body is failing me.

And no one leaves me comments. :[

Not to mention the sky is wet with drops...drabby drab drab.

So, delinquency has overrun my life this past 2 weeks. Apologies. More like a 6 year old and his 9 month old brother actually. Although fun and a great refresher to this normal everyday routine, I feel burnt like toast. Not to mention my sudden illness which plagued me on Monday afternoon--->3:30 am Tuesday. Body still recovering from sudden green-ness. yux...Monday was not a happy day for me at all.

And today I feel as though I'm suffering from Angina.

My body is failing me.

And no one leaves me comments. :[

Not to mention the sky is wet with drops...drabby drab drab.

"Meandering the straight line..." O. Pessoa?? Can you recall -- a day in barnes&noble, becoming or attempting a moment to be inspired, but now I wonder if I applied the motto to a period of my life inescapably falling into now living by the motto...no longer do I desire to meander or wander--or do I? when will I start to run? When will I start acting like I am racing towards the finish line in a marathon I began even as a small bobbed-hair child? Questions, questions, questions, but never any answers...Never ever are there answers. Never is there inspiration so great as to move me, as to be my nike-shoe. Where are my winged feet? (to be specifically pronounced wind-ed).

A sigh...(riding the metro from a late work night) I am sitting at the front of the first metro car, we are rounding a bend and I can see light after light after light after light after light, when will this curve end. & finally the curve straightens & there beyond in the dark, a single light shines in the red-line tunnel...

Perhaps I shall be moved to run this race still.