Friday, August 12, 2005

He moved again...

Looking at the wet floors... stained by the rain. He thinks about the previous night of runnning... five rounds through the neighborhood. The usual thoughts of possible discipline... possible physical fitness... everything... ran in his mind, as he ran.
Time and again, he maintains his breathing patterns, to ease running, and most importantly for discipline (what he had set out to achieve in the first place)...
True to his spirit, he has probably changed. Thoughts about how his month has been. He has turned less politically correct. Is it positive, really?
The rain had washed off the stains on his shoes. The rain has wet the marks left on the floor by him. The rain, hasn't washed away his lethargy with the world and the facade so surreal around... he hopes... only to probably be disappointed... someday... someday...


dk scribbled
7:32 AM
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