this morning #591.

this morning, there was aspiration. there was perspiration. as far as she was concerned though, neither had been helping her achieve salvation. she propped herself up with positive thoughts whenever she got caught off guard. it wasn’t like these daily delusions meant all that much though. there always seemed to be debris blocking her road to success, forcing her to have to keep getting out of the car & move it out of the way. her life had become one convoluted metaphor but she still felt the need to feed the beast by reaching for the stars. as far as she was concerned though, her method was the only way to go. go go go. keep on that hamster wheel. there had to be a prize at the end.