Tuesday, July 26, 2016

I Am Not Being Pretentious, I Promise

Muddle, puddle, befuddle...some of the words that come to mind while trying to articulate the state it's been in lately. 

Had a bit of a moment of truth while doing yoga this evening and I'm going to share it here for what it's worth: 

You know the journey food makes from our mouth through our throat down our chest and then the long winding intestines and finally the poop canal (that's a thing right? said the doctor's daughter)- so that whole...route...is like life isn't it? 

Our lives...

That we live...

Down the long winding tunnels of adulthood...

Until we're reduced to utter...

Shit

And we're out...

Flushed down the annals of history like baby spiders that probably hunker for shelter from the periodic deluge in the commode- Fertilisers to the crops that we eat and it starts all over again. Birth cycles. Food cycles. I need to get to sleep, in case you haven't figured it out yet. 

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