the end.

so.

here goes.

i've navel gazed for a long time. and i found some good stuff in that navel. i dont' regret the navel gazing at all.

but damn it. it's time to do stuff. to get my shit together.

i quit this once before for 3 months, because i was writing about the same thing over and over. cyclical cyclical mish mash.

now i'm happy. i'm so not used to being happy i create drama where there doesnt' need to be any. and i continue to navel gaze and over analyze.

finito.

time to get things done.

time to take the moving on and move on.

time to stop reflecting and looking for gratification and this and that.

today is whatever i want it to mean.

and i don't want it to mean this . no more.

it's not like i'm finding anything particularly novel in the navel. (ha ha)

these things i feel and think. they're not new. they're not unique. they're what everyone processes and thinks about and deals with.

and i'm not regretting putting it all out there for the world to see.

but.

it's kind of rote now. and it's kind of a tether now. and it's kind of a silly thing now.

and it's time to walk the dog.

and to take myself to task.

develop. process. i am film.

i've been on fast forward and high volume and super duper speedy wings.

now.

i am going to.

sit still.

and figure all this out.

and get busy and put everythign back together.

and not create drama where there isn't any and not

ah..whatever.

bye bye birdy

nothing happens slowly. (ok everything does) but suddenly all feels sudden.

me and the boy. park bound.

the end.

the time always has to come.

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