I've been running so much that the skin on the soles of my feet has torn apart. Blisters have formed. I've embraced the pain for no real reason, but for reasons known only to my remorseful heart-- every time i run (though i do it without purpose or direction) these damaged feet take me toward Santa Monica.  As if someone was there...waiting, praying. 

It's wishful thinking...and so it happens that running these past 5 months has taught me several things-- mainly that the mix of tears and sweat tastes exactly the same. There is so much more I need to learn from my mistakes.