And I, and I, and I, she said, am in love with life. Not in a gentle, sweet, and charmed sort of way, but in a no-holds-barred, screaming through life in the dark or with the lights on, pulling and yanking and holding too tight and running running, forever running, to see the brightest sun or the widest open blue ocean.
What is life, if not a hundred thousand priceless moments of pure emotion? Why spend your time doing anything but seeking the shortest distance between them? Why waste your life away in mediocrity when it could be technicolor splashes of light strewn across a razor-bright sky?
I, for one, see no reason to sleep through the best things that could ever happen. Why would I? Why would anyone ever?
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
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