and i begin again. new pair of sneaks...and a lukewarm kind of ambition. i've grown tired mentally and physically and yet my body rebels against the laziness that seems to want to settle in permanently...
i don't know where it comes from. perhaps it's the dread of having to crawl out of the dark cave of depression yet again. maybe it's the comfort i seem to find running in cold weather. or simply that despite how i want to stop stop stop, my soul wants to go go go and it pushes hard...
and so i begin again. to repair the wounds, be they tangible like the pulled hamstring i'm nursing or the gaping hole of losing what i loved.
desire sometimes whips out its own batteries when you try to pull the plug. sometimes it requires only one triple A...
you can try the best you can,
you can try the best you can,
the best you can is good enough
radiohead