and then it means something different.

I feel, sporty right now. It could be because of the sports bra I have on. too much information? possibly.

They always remind me of what I'm going to miss.

That all got me really thinking about reality. and my reality. I wonder sometimes if the glances that I take to mean as something particular mean nothing at all.
I wonder further of the lack of ground I have. One thing is said when in fact that is not the complete truth. is it even really truth to begin with?
little pockets of what will eventually come to be. they are sharper now.

I like the repetition. I like when things begin to mean something else. I have spent most of my time resisting falling into patterns. they are inevitable. completely.

I do repetition with my self now. I say the same sentence over and over in my head. and then it means something different. and then it means something different. and then it means something different. and then it means something different. and then it means something different. and then it means something different. and then it means something different.