I'm tired and little sick, my chest is full and my legs hurt. Bettles hum in the background and laundry spins down the hall as the light flickers to the foot steps of rambling kids not wanting to catch their zees. I nervously twitch my knees feeling sticky from the days sweat. I like to think of myself as a good person but I know that's not true, I'm just a person who tries not to offend too many people. Half way done with my fourth journey to Korea and my real adventure is about to start. I'm older and wiser but feel the turn of the world a little more with every day. I'm shocked at how excited I can still get, it makes me wonder how long I can be positive, in theory, I will only grow more confident with age but the hill still seems to rise like my number of years. I still think it's funny to look in the mirror and see my family, I'm proud to be standing but would rather be swimming. My thoughts have always been scrambled like my dreams of dreams, rich with color.
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