My burning lungs

12/13/11

The breathing is so rhythmic, no at times hypnotic. A sort of patient taking from conscious thought to a more reactionary driving of the body over the ground. As if the less thinking makes for more action or that within ultimate action there is no thought. In for two steps out for two steps and down the road or around the track the lungs go. Sort of pumping an organ for all its worth; give more oxygen! However, this demand for organ performance must be met with some sort of fiery passion to sear the necessity of fully capitalized resources otherwise it simply would not happen. If you don’t want something, at least on some level, with passion then you will never get it.