30.11.11

7 months give or take

time is a strange thing.

I feel myself racing forward and then suddenly stopping, then again, run run forward and stopping on a dime standing still.
What controls this? Is it tourette's of the body? An exercise in modern dance? Two emotions encapsulate  each action, excitement and its lover fear, they become intimate and intertwined, slippery with the sweat of exertion, they both rage at me so I can seem to tell who is shouting anymore.
Regardless of my inner workings the plodding of time is not phased, it is not fickle unlike myself and the time grows closer when this litte Dieter needs to fly.


7 months to go and oh so much more to do!

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