A rush of blood to the toe

So ladies and gentlemen,  I do get angry. 

I get upset when people start calling "eternity" for "infinity" and infinity for eternity. Nobody wants to live forever, so eternity isnt that big deal anyways. 

Infinity is just there, a second away from us. So that should actually not be a problem either, anyone can be infinite in so many ways. And that is what I think is amazing about people. They never stop surprising you, and when you think "she´s never gonna get up from that fall" -whaa, she raises up and smiles at you.  

Then, there are all the limits. And believe me, death is just one of a few. The limits you build while you grow up become your past. The barriers in your life are the ones you build yourself, and there are no excuses. Not that limits are bad. They´re just a part of the process really. The people you haven´t seen since you were twelve, those who don´t remember you anymore, those who black out, the ones you forget. But you never surrender, you know a smile is waiting for you at the next stop. You keep on running because running is all you can. 

Running though, never rushing. You do feel the air you breathe in, you feel ever punch and every heartbeat as unique. You live and travel, you slide on this world´s surface as if it was the only thing you ever were good at.

You walk the desert streets and allow yourself to cry. But you never sit down, you keep on walking, and your mind walks with you. You don´t evolve or grow up, you just become yourself, again and again. A new yourself for each time you think of it. 

You keep up, and love is all around.

Over and out, ladies and gents.