One day of who I am. I Got up, showered, had breakfast, packed my gear into the
car, raced my bike with my team(got a podium), came home, showered, took a 25
minute nap, went and got a hour and half massage, made some spare keys at OSH,
came home, had dinner, and now relaxing with the legs/feet up to recover. Only
thing left is to shower and go to bed (oh and this blog post).
A dream it is to end the day like this. The house stereo system has just played 3 of the most beautiful songs to get lost on the tribulations of a persons universal inner workings. At some point in life, these things have all been felt. I have heard these songs before in more uneven times. But tonight, I think in reverie for the power those times had and the light that moved them naturally to the darkness where they remain. If you have 30 minutes, give them a listen. Be warned, it will
either take you to hell or lift you to heaven.
So much that I can't say to you
My voice shakes from the hurt that I hide
Ashamed of my existence
And of my petty often wounded pride
I can't deny that I'm weak sometimes
Even in my strongest moments
And the way you cry at me
I don't know why you stay
Chalk white apartment's wall
Surfaces my every flaw
And the naked and the still in here
It brings surreal light into clear
"I am not a performer. I am not an act, and this is not
a career.”
car, raced my bike with my team(got a podium), came home, showered, took a 25
minute nap, went and got a hour and half massage, made some spare keys at OSH,
came home, had dinner, and now relaxing with the legs/feet up to recover. Only
thing left is to shower and go to bed (oh and this blog post).
A dream it is to end the day like this. The house stereo system has just played 3 of the most beautiful songs to get lost on the tribulations of a persons universal inner workings. At some point in life, these things have all been felt. I have heard these songs before in more uneven times. But tonight, I think in reverie for the power those times had and the light that moved them naturally to the darkness where they remain. If you have 30 minutes, give them a listen. Be warned, it will
either take you to hell or lift you to heaven.
So much that I can't say to you
My voice shakes from the hurt that I hide
Ashamed of my existence
And of my petty often wounded pride
I can't deny that I'm weak sometimes
Even in my strongest moments
And the way you cry at me
I don't know why you stay
Chalk white apartment's wall
Surfaces my every flaw
And the naked and the still in here
It brings surreal light into clear
"I am not a performer. I am not an act, and this is not
a career.”
