analyze.

time

there were days once

that melded into weeks.

but i threw time in the blender,

stewed it in a pot, let it simmer,

boiled it over, collected it, bottled it,

poured it out.

those days evaporated, climbed

condensed into shapes we stared at

lying on the grass. don’t you remember

lying on the grass?

i remember. we were wet and rusting,

the ironworks of our bodies

slowly eroding, oxidizing,

returning to the soil.

and now that blended time lets me

grow into a tree, into a child,

into your heart.

We must train from the inside out. Using our strengths to attack and nullify any weaknesses. It’s not about denying a weakness may exist but about denying its right to persist.

—Vince McConnell (via thespartanwarrior)

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass

—Ezra Pound (via human-voices)

(Source: journalofanobody, via sweetsforest)

explodingdog: Buckle up baby, you don’t want to go extinct.

explodingdog:

Buckle up baby, you don’t want to go extinct.