i’ve been blogging for 38 months.
of thoughts and actions
of songs and laughter
of nothings and everythings
of the familiar smells
and the foreign chills
of a racing pounding
beat that doesn’t stop
that doesn’t sleep
that doesn’t end.

and sometimes i fear it would all end
that the day comes when everything’s too familiar
that everyday comes and nothing’s a stranger
but we keep reaching farther
stretching from the unreachable depths of our toes (cmon, try it)
to climbing the horizon that never ceases
and in the littlest of things we find
that 38 months isn’t enough
for a beat that doesn’t stop
that doesn’t sleep
that doesn’t end.

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