desire

movement

solitude

panting

sweating

working

pain

success

satisfaction

this is what i want to be, a runner. moving through the world at a faster pace than other people.

a true friend

this place has become the friend that you fail to write to, call or even email for long stretches of time but you know that no matter what, she is still there.

hello old friend, you are not forgotten, just put on the back burner, lost priority but no less loved.

i am here, somewhere under the mom-wear and aching to come out, to shout, to be remembered but for now the mom-wear is tightly done up, taken over. it doesn't give an inch.

but remember, old friend, that underneath is still the friend, the pal, the martini sharing chick who is here, no matter what. always and forever.