what a silly cycle it is for me to arduously switch off between running and running through television channels; certainly a perfect analogy between being perfectly ok and moping in the absence of what would normally be a conversation between us.
so between 2 opposing universes of happiness and hopelessness, i spin in little circles; indecisive, almost until one day, i break this silly cycle and no longer see your face glaring through the light of my television screen, no, only myself; my own reflection in the puddles between solid ground and my active feet.
when i run, my mind is clear of him, yet when i watch tv for hours on end, i find myself in tears by my endless thoughts.