7.3

Seven point three

I don't work out. But I like to run away from my problems. Seven point three miles is all it takes for me to run away from everything and also get back to the core of every problem. You can run as much as you want... Run away as fast as you can. I find that I run in circles. 7.3 mile circles.

I know this because I run on country roads. Cars drive on country roads, cars have mile trackers. I tracked the miles.

7.3 is my number... the last number.

After all consideration... I decided that this is no guarantee... I do not like reason. Give me one good reason to do anything...

Running is not one of those things anymore.

I just want to sleep.

Love is a fire for life

It's been a while... things just haven't felt right. Until now. It's been a wild ride. I feel like a lose canon, or maybe just a wild card.

Or I may have just found out that I like everything about my life.

One thing that is solid and true: I have the most desirable friends and family. They care like those colorful bears up in the sky; they sparkle like a million strippers; their insight is that of a guru; our love is comparable to nothing I know. And I love them. I love them like waking up from a nightmare and knowing that everything is fine. I love them the way a tree loves water. I need them. I need you. I love you.

So I am here to say thank you and sorry.

Thank you for your support, friendship and for being you.
Sorry for my general lack of participation and overall disregard for anything.

We are all going different ways and it feels good, it feels right.
However, it feels lonely, yet, overwhelmingly full. I will always love my friends and I will never let them go because they are me and I am them... eye to sight/heart to heat/ear to silence.