ransom.holland
01-08-07, 8:39 pm
WEEK 02 - Who am I…?
When I pound out my weights and look in the mirror, I see someone looking back, not sure who. I know he has been through hell, sweat beading down his brow like blood flowing from a fresh, deep wound. He seems so familiar yet a stranger, I know for certain that nothing will stop him. He seems to be an unmovable object set on a path for destruction of any entity in his way. When I see him, I hear nothing as the world continues to flow pass me, as if time itself could not contain the abilities of this “human juggernaut”.
When I pound out my weights and look in the mirror, I see someone looking back, not sure who. I know he has been through hell, sweat beading down his brow like blood flowing from a fresh, deep wound. He seems so familiar yet a stranger, I know for certain that nothing will stop him. He seems to be an unmovable object set on a path for destruction of any entity in his way. When I see him, I hear nothing as the world continues to flow pass me, as if time itself could not contain the abilities of this “human juggernaut”.