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i was given the suggestion to write when everything was to the point of insanity. well for my mind they reach that wensday night. and so i wrote. and the most substantial thing i came up with that night was:
Life always has a way of rattling itself. you start to see green pastures ahead and it just so happens that you've hit a rut. that rut is 10 feet deep and its starting to rain, and its flooding. you hit this point where you're drowning, gasping for air. slowly but surely things get better; you finally get above ground, as dreary as that is. and conditions improve, that past experience fades from your mind; and who knew, you see that green pasture in the distance ahead. and the cycle is then repeated. All the problems are once again presented; and the thing is... that green pasture doesn't exist.
Life always has a way of rattling itself. you start to see green pastures ahead and it just so happens that you've hit a rut. that rut is 10 feet deep and its starting to rain, and its flooding. you hit this point where you're drowning, gasping for air. slowly but surely things get better; you finally get above ground, as dreary as that is. and conditions improve, that past experience fades from your mind; and who knew, you see that green pasture in the distance ahead. and the cycle is then repeated. All the problems are once again presented; and the thing is... that green pasture doesn't exist.