I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Breathe, breathe in the air

I forget who said it, but sometimes you don't know how long you've been holding your breath until you start to breath again.

2 comments:

Mer said...

Exactly my reaction, too.

Steve Buchheit said...

Mer, I knew I was tense yesterday when I was over eating (and knowing I was over eating, which added more stress to the situation, wash rinse repeat). And while work is going to be a bear (I'm about the only liberal there, and I've been asked to explain my position and rationalize it for them several times), not to mention the exam, quiz, and lab practical in the next two weeks (plus more hands on in clinic), I think I might actually relax a little more. Not that I'm not still busy, but I think a great deal of my brain's processing power just became free. And it feels like it's been encumbered for a long time.