i can't stop. i am a constant blur of caffeine and eagerness. in all honesty i find it quite exhilirating to fly a thousand miles a minute--only stopping momentarily to admire a fallen leaf or something of that small, bewitching nature--but it comes at a price. i'm weary. real exhausted. saying, 'no, i'm sorry i don't think i'll go out tonight, i'm actually rather sleepy,' is ultra hard for some reason. i like to be everywhere.allthetime.witheveryone. i don't know why i can't seem to sit still.
paul, art, i heard you when you said, slow down you're moving too fast, you've got to make the moment last. really, i did.
all this movement's got me thinking: if i'd only gotten done today what i'd meant to, i would be free tomorrow.
[[resting now]]
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