modernity on feb. 11th

M: have you found it already?

me: part of it

a tasty appetizer!!

and i am growing more ingredients

for my next few bites
M: Hmmmm.....lol, don't know if I understand that one? lol

I was asking if you have found it already 'cuz on your status update it says, "you don't have to wait for love"...

me: i know!

im becoming a hippie

M: lol.

me: i have a little vegetable garden

to grow things myself! and to share

more proactive

though i am also into gourmet bits of love...

from fancy places

you seem to also like both

thats good news..

M: indeed.

Actually, i'd rather breathe it right off the sides of buildings, insides of lit windows, hilltops and sunrises. some sort of anaerobic trick one can only dream about..

career frustration at 24

I am not suited for an average life. My days are like rows of teeth, ready for decay. I need to eat stronger, healthier, more vivaciously flavorful foods.

I am terrified that I have wings but am evolving into an emu. Soon I will be selling my eggs in a pen with nectarine trees. sounds pretty, but at moments of colorful drive my instincts surface: to migrate with the seasons and build nests all over and sleep in close memory with vibrant, swooping escapades.

I need to be enveloped in exotic, thrilling, challenging experiences that make me cry in frustration and scream for the unknown.

I have to live like Picasso, always doing things he cannot do, because that is how he gets to do them.

In the name of vivacity and artistic vitality, please let me navigate my reality towards a breeding ground for dreams, risks, ambitions and strategies : I want to build tools that allow my spirit to pump faster, further, marathons on its own! Where are the ergonomic running shoes for my spirit? Where can I buy clothes that breathe, for when I am sweating and need to expand? How can I sign up for the race that is no longer defined, and how can I start up that beautiful hill?

I'm stuck at the start-off drinking station and the water tastes soft.