Twisting in the wind

  • Sunday, April 08, 2012
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I run beneath a gothic sky. I have virtue, recycling a used Drench bottle with Cranberry juice. My Vibrams are snug on my feet and my gait is light. I am on auto pilot. It is just as well 'cos my thoughts are restless and scattered. Internally I am an unsettled mess, idea's and thoughts shift, morph and flash like a paparazzo's camera. I need direction. I need movement and I need change. I read a definition of insanity once, it goes something like this:- Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Supposedly Einstein but nobodies 100% sure. I know the answers will come, they always do. In the meantime I keep running, keep twisting in the wind.

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