happy birthday

yes yes, happy birthday to me.

this movement

the flowing nature, distracts me. even as I pursue a greater goal, nothing seems better. there is no force behind the push, a meek try, a gentle shove. it doesn't take me far, at least, not to anywhere. at least, the movement distracts. but the pressure mounts, as a daunting task lay ahead. impossiblility is no longer impossible. organization is critical, but where is it? trembling arms, trembling hands, tremble even at rest. unlike 7 years ago. well.