My ears are hurting from all of the chaos that surrounds us. It's there and nothing can break it down. My socks are wet again, I always walk in the puddles no matter how many times or whatever I do to try to dodge them, it happens. I'm used to it now. I like being bare foot and walking around like nothing matters. I can feel the mud in between my toes and you are smiling as though some how this is the funniest thing you have ever seen. Well my dear you are quite funny your self. I love laughing with you.
The chaos is calling my name again and I'm running down the street and I almost make it out of site and then it catches up with me as though its faster somehow. It's probably because I'm running in slow motion like the way it happens in my dreams. No matter how hard I push my body refuses to budge and keeps going at this monotonous pace. My dreams are filled with beauty and the things that past us by and are yet to come.
I can hear the sounds of the treadmill buzzing in the background and coming up through the floor boards. You are hammering aways again in the basement. Who knows what you are doing down there but it makes me smile that you have your projects and I have mine. That's what I like about us.