t s o t

ticker tape, telegraph, speed of thought: the pace of life is tough and does not let up. but with that kind of speed sprout haphazard things, things neither desired nor foreseen. no one wants to draw back though; editing and pruning are dreadfully taxing. it’s full speed ahead or not at all, right? but, ‘damn the torpedoes’ only works so many times before you’re caught off guard, hit between the eyes. the crux is this, much like every gardener knows, when such wayward limbs weigh us down – draining our vitality – they’re best removed straightway. its the shears or your life.