i just filled out my time cards. four weeks worth of the vacation time i've been saving for three years now. it's three days plus fourteen, the whole thing. four hundred and eight hours. i hope my sleeping hours won't exceed sixty. that's three hours every night plus a few hours i know i'll dose off during the days. i've done four hours per night for a whole month before, so this shouldn't be that bad. do they have monsters in iran? low carb too? i'm sure they'll have red bull, it's so trendy iranian's gotta have it or...
change. change. change. me change. mom and dad change. sister change. friends change. friends married. friends' kids. streets change. cars change. weather change. Hi, my name is change, and I've been changing for five years and nine months now.
the question is pace. rat race. definitive motives or irrational exuberance? whichever, whose race is it anyways? which race? did i get out to win anything? or was it barely a survival strategy?
she said we'll go to kish together. i've never been to kish. i'm excited about kish, it's probably the only place that won't bring back any memories, whatsoever.
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u remind me of when i was about to go back after 17 years... now everything's back to normal... unfortunately... or fortunately... don't worry, u'll find other stuff to be excited and anxious about (i think i'm talking to myself)...
Take good care buddy
it'll all begin when the damn plane starts landing. with every inch that you get closer to the ground, it'll feel heavier. the weight of memories on your shoulders, in your heart, on your mind. and whoever came up with the term 'happy memories"! no such thing. stay in kish.
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