fresh air in, anger out

would rather be boxing right now,
or beating somebody up,
like roundhouse-kicking somebody in the side of the head, BAM!!
shin to the neck, POW!!  front of the foot to the nose, CRACK!!
(just kidding of course, me? aggressive?? naaaahhhh...yeah i know, right?)
but running will have to do.
gets the anger out.
(#beangrybutsinnot  #yeahyeahyeah)

..so far so good. haven't knocked anyone out yet. 

then i see this as i run down a hill, and i have to back-pedal, run back for a double-take. 

wow! this super cool old VW hippy van!  wow, how i'd love to just strap on a surfboard to the top, hop in and cruise down to Playa Tamarindo, Costa Rica!  yeah just sweet talk those ornery border patrol guys in El Salvador, NIcaragua...hey can't stop now, surf's up!

i should've been born a west coast hippy.

oh well.

yeah, an escape would be nice. 

at least running with my music helps me escape for a little while.

my favorites from this morning's playlist:

in your eyes by Sara Bareilles (acoustic)

&

i still haven't found what i'm looking for by U2

run done.

anger mostly out...

and its void

rushes in the old  realities again

and the fire of anger

becomes the cold ice of sadness. emptiness.

how much longer lord?