running

I know I've got no reason to be crying;I know that there is nowhere left to run.I know that there's no reason to be hiding,I'm just mad at everyone; mad at everyone.

_, the wine of a womanfrom heaven is sent, more perfect than allthat a man can invent.When she came to my bed and begged me with sighsnot to tempt her towards passion nor actions unwise, I told her I__ spare her and kissed her closed eyes, then unbraided her body of its clothing disguise.While our bodies were nude bathed in candlelight fineI devoured her mouth, tender lips divine;and I drank through her thighs her feminine wine._, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,more perfect than all that a man can invent.

_, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,more perfect than all that a man can invent.

I often lose motivation, but it's something I accept as normal.

If I__ perplexed by the fact that I__ constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I__e determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.

Apathy is unconditional surrender where we are driven into hiding by unrealistic fear, and firmly held there by the misinformed belief that we are helpless to do anything other than hide. Therefore, apathy survives solely on lies and can be completely abated by truth.

I often ask to what place I am running, for if I am unable to identify that place it is likely that I am running in a circle of the most circular sort.

Either we are running __rom_ what we fear, or running __o_ what we fear. The former is a choice driven by fear, the latter is an action inspired by it.

Either we are running __rom_ what we fear or running __o_ what we fear. The former is a choice controlled by fear, the latter is an action inspired by it.

How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I__e really been doing is running?

Fear left unrestrained always leaves us running __rom_ something. Fear harnessed compels us to run __o_ something. And fear denied leaves us running in circles.

If there__ any redeeming quality that I can find in running away from something, it__ that I__ on my feet. Now all I__e got to do is alter my direction.

We can certainly run from a lot of things. But when we eventually pull up exhausted and entirely out of breath, we are rather shocked to discover that we haven__ been able to create any distance between ourselves and what we__e been running from regardless of how fast we might have been running and how far we think we might have gotten.

Safety is not a destination that we reach for, rather it is a retreat that we escape to. And if our lives are marked by the incessant search for safety, we will live the whole of it going in reverse.

Running_ is driven by panic. __estination_ is driven by thought. And while it__ terribly painful to admit, incessantly pretending that I do the latter doesn__ replace the fact that I__ constantly doing the former.

Patches don__ look it, but when attached to your soul they can get pretty heavy. They go over the holes in your soul, like when you patch a sock. When you have a hole in your soul, it__ because you__e hurting from something. I don__ know if you noticed, but that girl had a lot of holes.

Somehow her hula hoop had cut into the driver__ side door like the vehicle was made of cheese.

Because I am, just as you are you. We don__ always get to pick who we are, Shelly Wynn, but we can choose to celebrate it.