Sometimes...
I don't feel strong.
All I want to do is sleep.
Sometimes...
It all feels stacked up.
And it hurts.
Sometimes...
I feel lonely.
Sometimes...
I just want to be held.
Most of the time I am strong enough for the world and have vision and answers. Most of the time I am there. Most of the time.
But sometimes...
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A midwesterner writes about motorcycles, motorcycling, bad buddhism and life.
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- Scott
- Dubiously complex. Father. Middle aged. Bald.
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