Keep running... cause they'll keep pushin'

Complex? You must be joking… what if there was no blog? To write and express, vent, rant, rail, and swear… explode to bits, collect yourself again, sort your shirt, button up, slap a smile on and walk out to the world… what if?! What if we had no language to communicate with… people would have to slap, fight, spit at one another to get the message of 'stay away you disgusting person', and probably make love so many times just to say 'I love you too honey!' .. that would be one active world… sign language would be so popular that maybe through evolution we will lose our lips… of course if an organ goes unused for so long it gradually shrinks or… demolishes in some way.. we would not have phones… we would probably have wireless camera's, it would be a frustrating yet fun place… maybe that's what the world is missing.. a touch.. a kind tender touch… sometimes words alone cannot bring the space between people closer, sometimes words make things more complicated, easily misunderstood, and/or harder to forget and forgive… sometimes words do not fill the vast empty space life brings between us and everything around… friend of foe, I think life sometimes hates itself.. just as we hate ourselves on some gloomy gray days..

Okay… got sidetracked … tv, ipod, BB, baby faisal just woke up… rolling off his bed.. mum and dad watching Turkish Episodes of never ending love stories… too much going on… complete opposite of my life in Manchester… the day was mine, entirely mine, dedicated entirely to my wishes, demands, and decisions.. the hours were longer! I remember praying was spiritual, it lasted a good while, meant a good deal... now however… its like I'm living life on a treadmill.