Why are you here? Boredom most likely, and you are looking to escape your daily thoughts by getting lost in mine. Good. I am Matthew Reid, middle name William, but just call me Matt like millions are already called. Im 24 years young, and not getting any younger with time. However I dont feel older than yesterday or the day before. Age is for records, for drivers licenses, and smokes. So now you know me.
What do I like to do? Dream of course, and occasionally follow the thin strings that are attached to these dreams. Mostly they just break and the dream becomes something of the past, but sometimes when my attention is focused I do follow these dreams to the very limits, where the dream ends and new ones begin. And to be honest, these are best moments in my life...
the wAit.
Two days in limbo. No car, my Jetta has been hurt. An oil pan can only bounce off the ground so many times before she gives out. I am very careful when I drive her due to the same injury happening two years prior. But Brad doesn't know the Jetta well and that is why she is down. She will be fine, tomorrow Brad plans to replace the oil pan. I have doubts about his mechanics though. I will let him try, for prides sake?
What do I like to do? Dream of course, and occasionally follow the thin strings that are attached to these dreams. Mostly they just break and the dream becomes something of the past, but sometimes when my attention is focused I do follow these dreams to the very limits, where the dream ends and new ones begin. And to be honest, these are best moments in my life...
the wAit.
Two days in limbo. No car, my Jetta has been hurt. An oil pan can only bounce off the ground so many times before she gives out. I am very careful when I drive her due to the same injury happening two years prior. But Brad doesn't know the Jetta well and that is why she is down. She will be fine, tomorrow Brad plans to replace the oil pan. I have doubts about his mechanics though. I will let him try, for prides sake?
With all this waiting my mind has been racing and my eyes wondering. My attention moves to one thought to the next: Will I join the army or remain a dirtbag for another year? How much money is in the bank? What am I going to do today?... But mostly I think about the mountains. I don't think the same when I am tramping along the ridges and snow patches, as I do when I'm comfortably situated on the living rooms couch. Here nothing makes sense, up there its clear. Yet why am I here then, and not up there...
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