Driniking Peaches
thats right, drinking peaches, straight from the glass. Theres nothing in the house to drink beisdes water, so i turn to the ever faithful peaches. The light syrup doing a wonderful job of removing the taste of cigarettes from my mouth. Damn I want a Dr. Pepper, haven't had one in weeks.
i have four packs of cigarettes left and i plan on smoking no more after that. I even gave away two yesterday to shorten my supply. I will quit.
I missed my night on the roof yeseterday, and I will miss tonight, but ,tomorrow, i will pick it back up again. I like to see the stars, always looking the same, even though i know they are slowly shifting in the sky. So far away, and yet, their light still comes to us, even though that light may have been exstinguished thousands, possibly millions of years ago. So wonderfuly...well, to tell the truth, my mind is blank on the right adjective.
so few people up at the moment.
and so, I'll leave tonight with a quote from a book
This is how we go on: one day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time. Dentists go on one root-canal at a time; boat builders go on one hull at a time. If you write books, you go on one page at a time. We turn from all we know and all we fear. We study catalogues, watch football games, choose sprint over AT&T. We count birds in the sky and will not turn from the window when we hear footsteps behind us as something comes up the hall; we say yes, I agree that clouds often look like other things-fish and unicorns and men on horse back-but they are really only clouds. Even when the lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.
from "Bag of Bones"-Stephen King
i have four packs of cigarettes left and i plan on smoking no more after that. I even gave away two yesterday to shorten my supply. I will quit.
I missed my night on the roof yeseterday, and I will miss tonight, but ,tomorrow, i will pick it back up again. I like to see the stars, always looking the same, even though i know they are slowly shifting in the sky. So far away, and yet, their light still comes to us, even though that light may have been exstinguished thousands, possibly millions of years ago. So wonderfuly...well, to tell the truth, my mind is blank on the right adjective.
so few people up at the moment.
and so, I'll leave tonight with a quote from a book
This is how we go on: one day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time. Dentists go on one root-canal at a time; boat builders go on one hull at a time. If you write books, you go on one page at a time. We turn from all we know and all we fear. We study catalogues, watch football games, choose sprint over AT&T. We count birds in the sky and will not turn from the window when we hear footsteps behind us as something comes up the hall; we say yes, I agree that clouds often look like other things-fish and unicorns and men on horse back-but they are really only clouds. Even when the lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.
from "Bag of Bones"-Stephen King