Declaration of an Online Skit...so

"So..what am I training for?"
A triathlon dear.
"I see."
Every how many years?
"Well, YOU entered the race...guess what...you have the power to decide."
Does EVERYONE?
"Not yet...not for a very long (registrable)time."
Is this classified?
"What do you think?"
I think I have to ask myself if I'm done with the SILLY questions and delusional behavior."
The answer is NO.

Well then...let her into your soil already. I can't....Rosita told me my soil wasn't fertile enough yet for gardening. I DO value HER opinion THAT MUCH.
Excuses....

Its time to accept I have been, keep being and always will be a part of your life.
(No...not the Fidel/Pope flashback again...please...be a little more original)
I CAN TALK ABOUT IT NOW...YOU KNOW.
"Can you handle the FLAMES from the cotton tree?"
Probably not as well as you by now; but the simulator has helped me to shape, mold and adjust.

What is REAL?
"What you do to me every time....YOU wake me into that GRID we share. We don't have to be tacky and call the area by the NUMBER. It IS too much to take in so fast...during every triathlon I realize I will take On years in minutes soon and thereafter in seconds and so on.... It isn't an accident every time we crack the code again with the apparition of a new character. We keep writing ourselves closer and closer together and I choose to embrace it..."

Even if it must be from afar...
Seems more magical...
That appreciation from a distance.

"Doesn't it?" YES....
It is a condition that condiments my life.
The belief that WE ALL have the power to open a portal of light and share it...without necessarily being physical.
REALLY....No...relay.