I guess I won't be following Jesus' footsteps after all (ha, ha). I guess what I should've said instead of this self-imposed break is: expect erratic behaviour from me. I may not write at all for the next few weeks. Or, I may suddenly change my mind and write several times a day. I may post poems and songs instead of personally describing what is really going on in my head, and I may beg for new shoes. Or both. I may write a huge bible-sized post to expose every single thought, flaw and emotion, or I may write ambiguous one-liners that no one will understand. I may talk only of abstract situations, or I may talk about concrete day-to-day things, like how I nearly cried of happiness last night when I accidentally found Wilco's A Ghost Is Born album in another CD case, which I had misplaced this early autumn. I may fiercely defend my life with pride and love, or I may tell you what a lonely nerd I think I am.
Expect a teeter-totter, and be prepared for the Cherry Bomb.
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