Feet in the clouds and head in the ground. And she went went went!
Sometimes
we can only realize where we are by re-remembering where we were. Sometimes we're running so fast from the starting blocks that we don't realize how soon we reach the finish line, or surpass it, or create a new starting block that we are already running fast from. So, here we are (here I am, feel like I'm shouting down a well more than ever) and though I wouldn't call it complete (the escape to chase the girl on the bike) - I realized that I HAVE completed one concrete goal. One that I had forgotten I had intended to complete. It just lingered somewhere in my dome until it came to fruition - and when it did, I had already forgotten how important it was in the first place. I died my hair blue and painted the roses red. BUT what I DIDN'T remember by the time I actually did it, is what it stood for originally. The FUCK-ALL factor. And the reason it didn't occur to me, is because I was too busy to notice how insignificant of a FUCK-ALL it had become since I actually FUCKED-IT-ALL by leaving, and beginning again however I damn well pleased. I was, in fact too distracted by the new, more FUCK-ALL"ER" wishes that I had just put higher out of my reach. And I was too busy moping about not getting THERE yet to notice all the leaps I'd already bound! How typical of me!