Be still.

It's harder than you think.

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Whenever the dust settles the only thing I can think about is kicking up some more.

What is this tension between peace and chaos?

Why does it exist in my head?

*Wishing it was sugar-coated so that I could be done with it*

Which reminds me: I'm celebrating an anniversary tonight (though it is officially tomorrow).

Whatever happened to a simple "I love you" and an arm wrestling match?

Whenever I get around to it, I'll be sure to post what I meant to post before this.
(The short version is already written. I'm just a lazy, couch potato. Don't tell anyone.)

P.S. The image of a potato sitting quietly on a couch doesn't strike me as lazy. Maybe the trick is to be as still as a couch potato.