Life of abundance
August 30th, 2006 by justme
Keeping my plate clean has been a problem, metaphorically speaking. Day after day, I play catch up. Never am I able to reach the goal. Constantly I am slightly below the surface of the water reaching for the boundary, holding in stale air, longing to open up my lungs to take in the ever need element for life. Just hold it for another second or two or three. In time I will breath freely again.