The Life of Kye

I know I should be working right now. I should be producing a hundred lines per minute by now. I should be able finish at least a page of line drawings right now; but here I am, writing about what I should be doing. When you run a vehicle until it consumes every ounce of fuel, it will stop. When you use something too much, you stretch it to its breaking point. Our bodies are like that.  I don't understand. I was fine last week.

I liked being her friend. I never saw her frown. She always smiles at me. She always says the nicest things. She is such an encouragement. Her laugh is contagious. She is industrious and dedicated. She is deeply concerned with my welfare. I admired a man who was almost always cheerful, bright and positive. He always has that glow in his face that seems to be coming from the inside. He walks like he has springs on his feet. He sings most enthusiastically. He speaks loud and proud. He is a motivator. He is fun to be with. He could do no wrong to anyone. I used to dream of becoming like her. She is smart and feisty. She is never afraid to speak her mind. She is honest to the point of being vulnerable. She is not a stereotype. I respected and followed a man who was the perfect leader. He is proud when he needs to be. He is a principled man. He sacrifices for the cause he believes in. He is charismatic. He is witty and funny ...