Quicksand.

[Post for July 2nd 2008]

Getting barried quick. sinking into the quicksand of the summer blues. My stomach groans in pain, stuborn and unwilling to work with me, or give me peace. I continue to wish for the skinny of the model next door, knowing deep within that it can never be. Summer work is long and hard, barely leaving time for my own peace and when peace is found my heart is lost for what it should do. No one to turn to for a touch of summer fun, only the nagging of a past adventure that never seems to stop. My living space is explosion that never seems to end. one moment of peace before the war fare begins. A few things i look ahead with an eagles eye, but it all seems as if I'm just on a treadmil stuck in time, and the goal is so far away still.
Eyes grow heavy with thoughts of dreams to be dreamed and my hands still keep typing wanting to let nothing left unsaid. My mind freezes my stomach groans once more. The fingers they wander but I must put them to a stop. A halt a finish for the day. On more day lived and millions on there way.
Until the morning breaks I leave to rest, tomorrow awaits hard work at hand, more to say when the future becomes now. huly2nd08