Sometimes, when I run too fast ahead (metaphorically speaking); I leave rationale thought behind - and like a kid (who by then, is crying), often it can't catch up unless I am gracious enough to let it - which consequently sees me in all kinds of silly knots (also, in a similar frequency of metaphorical talk), but with a dawn of realization minutes after: 'knots' which would cause me great embarrassment if I were to be discovered in that moment, most inopportune. A humanly possible redder shade of blush, have I.
But if all said moments would end like they did, about half an hour ago when you came to me; bridging the chasm from over three hundred kilometers away; with party-whistle and smile - then I'd run, run and continue to run: till all my memories are spent on running, and meeting you after.
Happy New Year, everyone. Happy New Year.
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Sunday, January 1, 2006
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