thought #156- scribbles

my insomnia birthed a few lines of a story ( a story with zero plot, storyline or future yet to be figured). i don't know if i will ever finish or really start this. just a few lines to get the brain and creativity back on the treadmill again.

There is something innately beautiful about struggle. The way leaves refuse to unfurl at a Winter’s lash. The war between a body and a bed at 6am. My refusal to stop loving people long after they have stopped loving me. Nevertheless lies something extraordinary. Perhaps it is found in the wiring of a human being, to forever be relentless. To bicker with the option of “no” and the alternative of “lose.” I always thought being ruthless was rather romantic. To surrender, weak. However, sadly, us humans in our constrained capabilities are forever slaves to limitations. One can only love so much, struggle so much, live so much until they want no more. Like myself and like today.

love,

ps. finally, motivation = fire at the heels.