i hurt

this week, all week at the gym. i'm buff. grrr

but this week, all week, at the gym has left me with that oh-so-good feeling pain and tenderness of the muscles getting alls big and buff and grrr.

that and i'm sick. i fear my wunderbar roommates have shared
more than the living space with me;

go go gaget germs (visual aliteration - score!)

i have to leave the apartment today, though. get some air up in me.
that, and air out my thoughts. as in, cartharsis
a lot on my mind these days.

i hurt

in re the sick, the strain, the stress, the strange.
but more than just my body aching and aghing, the insides hurt too
i'm still caught up with thoughts of the one who isn't ready
i've written of happy times
i've written of sad times
i've written of him

and still i think of him
both in the "the one who just left" and "the one i've yet to meet"
i thoughtfelthoped these were one in the same
and i'm grasping to threads of hope that they still are
but in the moment they are not not not not
not not not
not

i hurt

not a pain of tears and sobs and wasting away in bed for days
been there before and it hurts more in the end
but a pain of uncertainty.
will i meet the one, the oneinthesame?
when...

but i write and i catharsize...and make up words
i'm off to stretch, walk, and get buff
grrr

hic extraneus sum