If Venice is sinking I'm going under. It's the beauty of the moment and the passion for human perfection that drives me forward... 'cause beauty's religion'. The need to be all that I am, to look back and fear not that I have given it my all. I hurt and I get injured along the way. I make friends and even that slips away so I run .. I run to mask the hurt... I run away...I run towards. I run because it makes me feel wonderful in heart and mind. Not the superficial wonderful, but the wonderful of life force, the wonderful of a sip of water, the wonderful of pushing my mind, my body, and my spirit passed the white line and surviving and growing. The wonderful of a mother's adulation, a father's attention. Like the raft, if Venice is sinking I'm going under.
It's a good day to be alive.