its all going in circles.....
each day bleeds into the next, which in turn seeps into the weekend. the weekend rolls into the next week and the weeks hemorrhage into a month. it's all still open, the wheels have kept turning, but the destination hasn't come any closer.
push and push all you like, time is here to fuck with us. it goes so quickly and so slowly at strategic times of its choosing and has the master plan in mind all the while; just letting you twist and squirm trying to be creative with your life.
and then it's however long later and you realize that somehow you've managed to have a pretty good time in spite of it all, but you're still standing in the same place. time is such a bitch, man.
