Day Is Done
When day is done and golden life’s already gone,
past the point of earth that one can see,
the sun sallow, ceases to simmer.
The cold night promises that age is always old
so long as night is cold and, the end becomes
where one had begun beneath the setting, simple sun.
A newspaper all scattered and puffed
by the wind, crumpled and used, passes
in the passing light to tell the score.
I blame morrissey, he must responsible for what happened, lulz. He's just jealous, thats all. Perfect song for the day.
But seriously, this was a very fast technical downtown course. This was a mechanical issue not a handling issue. This was the last corner and 250 meters before the finish. I was positioned pretty well for my sprint and had time to make my move which was going to be right then.
Why I do it.
something or someone would make me feel less dead inside. that's it, really.
Summertime is always my leanest. I start seeing deep cuts of plating and separated muscle. My pre-summer testing has shown fantastic results at my goal lower weight. At 167.5lbs I am at 5.41% body fat. I am holding the same race weight power and only lost a little from my sprint. This means that I am much more active and in contention in the hillier races, which was the goal.
I hate the ugly scars on my arm.It`s my fault that they are there though.I made them.I made them by carving into my arm with razors and broken glass or just anything sharp that I thought would do the job.I also burned my arm with matches or lighters.I would do anything to make those feelings go away even if it was just for a moment.The physical pain was better than the mental pain.Funnily enough I sometimes wouldn`t feel any pain while hurting myself.I was so outside of myself that I couldn`t feel