rest area

“What I’m looking for is a rest area, some place where the old valentine inside my shirt can stop contriving romances, where I can climb out of the thing that has taken me this far and stretch myself. ” (from “Looking for a Rest Area” by Stephen Dunn)

I fall in & out of “something” (it varies) many times a day. It’s developed into a routine that I neither anticipate nor try to suppress. Just go with the flow. What starts off one way always ends up totally different. Mostly all in my mind.


About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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