When Thought has No Enemy

I felt back-pain this morning probably caused by overexertion during last night's dance performance. I am feeling the aggravated version now because "the show had to go on" tonight. Then someone whom I have a special place in my heart for was hurt tonight by a third party whom I have no influence over. Because she has a special place in my heart, I could feel my body seep her pain while I was with her. It soon transformed into an energy that many are familiar with: anger. It entered my bloodstream, and I could feel it boiling within. Last time, I expended it by doing push-ups. I could do a hell lot more push-ups when I am pissed. Now, I dance the angry night away. I could pop and lock a hell lot more vigorously when I am pissed. But tonight, I can't do squat. Every time I try to groove, my back stings. Damned third-party. Damned back-pain. Now I know how all those accident victims feel when they are upset with "Why must this happen to me!?!?!" while not being able to scratch their backside about it.

I need to find a new way to get rid of this fiery-tornado within before it consumes me. Quench it through meditation? Haven't done that in a while. But why waste all this energy? Ah, yes, my dear blog. I've been groovin so much til I hardly have the time to write. Its about 3 a.m on a Sunday morning. Perfect time to start writing again. The fire energizes my fingers and my mind.

Action is the enemy of thought. For the past few weeks, I had so much action that I spent too little time contemplating, pondering and settling my the issues that I have picked up while engaging in all that action. But now that my back is screwed up, I can't engage in anymore action. It's just my head, my fingers, and my keyboard working to calm the ripples and waves of the sea within me.