I cannot be who I want when they know me as who I am.

This morning the static in my head kept me from sleeping late.  My eyes still hazy and my heart pumping blood faster than I care to imagine - I put my feet to my pedals.  Attempting to alleviate the the urge to think I turned my lungs inside out.  Recklessly.

 Exhausted and defeated, I turn my head to the west and race my shadow home.

Occasionally I am resentful of the people who are graced with eloquence and certainty.  But life costs, takes effort and work.  I try to remember that.   

Juan enjoys the little things

Sincere people