Cyclin'

I believe that once somebody, or something, told me that life is just an endless repeat of cycles (although through one's eyes there might be an end, but that's not what's up tonight). I also believe this is one of the bad cycles. It sucks, but, it's here, it was here, and it will also be here. Thinking like that makes it smaller.

But the problem is that I'm also small, weak and puny. How much do we have to diminish our problems until we can fight 'em toe to toe?

I don't feel like quitting. I don't like quitting. I'm more the story reader type. So that's how we are going to roll.

Doto doto doto

So many strange feelings these last days.
If our emotions are part of who we are, who are we when we don't know what we feel?
What is the difference between fear and confusion?
Take the feeling of a farewell and the feeling of never being there, what sets them apart?
And if you can answer these, how do you do?