Poetic

I've been feeling rather poetic today for one reason or another. Maybe it was all of the various different styles of music I was listening to while at work. I sometimes hear music that gets me slightly riled because " well why didn't I think of that?" The song usually descirbes perfectly how I feel, but I just didn't have the right words.

In my poetic mood I started thinking. I was in love once, but now I've grown too tired. I'm tired of thinking about love. It's too exhausting to love someone with nothing in return, not even friendship that they said they would give you. I waited around for that for a few weeks but I could tell that that train wasn't going anywhere. The best way I can describ it is trying to get to a beautiful place far far away on a tredmill. You'll break a sweat but you won't get very far. I've been runing for about four years now... and I think I'm ready to get off. I'm sure it will feel weird, sorta like getting off of a real tredmill and then trying to walk, but I just have to. But I just realized how foolish I must look. I bet it does look like some guy running on a tredmill on the side of the highway. Whatever though, I'm done.

For the rest of the day I plan on catching up on priorities and sleep before I go out tonight. I want to be relaxed and I don't want to have to think about a single assigment. I want to leave work at work, money in the bank, and my concerns in God's hands. I still feel pretty good right now though. I'm still excited to go back to school. I almost want to go back early, but I doubt I can. That's cool I guess. The day will come eventually. Peace and love.