written by owen on 2014-Sep-12.

I am the last person you want to leave inside a airport duty free lounge with money in his pockets. Slow like honey. It is hard to resist ridiculously expensive Prada Gucci sunglasses and designer shirts. If only I was not so prone to accidentally losing sunglasses or leaving them in the danger zone. Maybe I need to spread myself around more.  This is how we get by.

The closer things get to perfection, the more likely they are to fall a part. Nothing is perfect - we all live one version of our life at a time. Change your life.  Love me until you hate me. All we have are memories and each other.  Everything, everyone else doesn't matter. We are driving down a road filled with triple speed bumps and potholes. Its a world of shit but in the end, if you add it all up we only have one life to live. No sense spending it reading the manual.

I hate the feeling. It is like climbing a rope that is hung from the ceiling and reaching the point where your hands can no longer carry the weight of your body. At that point it is a battle with gravity.  You will eventually lose. Winner takes it all. The last few ounces of energy are only enough to contemplate on the past journey to this point. The more you hold on - the less you have.

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