it's a funny thing

to care and not care and forget and not forget
that's really me in a nutshell

for the most part i am flowing through the days of my life freely, stumbling past pylons and hurdles and roadblocks which I pass over wondering in the back of my head if they were mere pebbles or potholes but not giving them much second thought. I suppose the pieces of glass and rubber and metal and plastic build up and I have to stop and wonder where they all came from and I need to take a moment to mend and build myself back up again. I don't know if it's the same as it was before or if it's worse or better but pretty soon I'm back up and rolling through and past and over and under again as if nothing had happened.