My fingers ache and sweat at a thought, mountains and routes clutter my mind. I want ropes and draws instead of desks and work. Always flirting with the idea of just calling in dead, dropping off the face of the earth with those chosen few and climbing my way out of the depression of taking orders and serving food. To sell everything but the necessities and set out into the wilderness with those I love to partake in this glorious world God has given us is my desire. My bags are packed… Are you ready to go?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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