trying to find my life. i'm silently screaming yet eerily still...
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and it's back to the gym with serious determination. back to spinning class and weight training...chowing down on salad instead of ice cream, snacking on golden delicious apples instead of chocolate. get myself to the doc, buy a new pair of shoes and discard the old. stock up on new underwear, and buy some Otis Redding to get lost in that soul...
~~~
and it's back to the gym with serious determination. back to spinning class and weight training...chowing down on salad instead of ice cream, snacking on golden delicious apples instead of chocolate. get myself to the doc, buy a new pair of shoes and discard the old. stock up on new underwear, and buy some Otis Redding to get lost in that soul...
read up on emergency situations, get the old notebooks out and review, review, review...
drink more tea and less beer, medicate with glorius music instead.
because if i don't get myself back, i know that i'm heading for...
and i guess this is what it is, it's up and down, lost and found and lost again. it's passing through so many colors and getting lost in the black. staying there for awhile and then somehow finding the strength to reach for the doorknob and get off of the floor.
*title is by Pink Floyd