Why Is it?
That when I stretch my hands, arms and being skyward - as far as a can reach - the folds and creases on my body disappear; only to resurface when my limbs hang limp at my sides.
Why is that I like my body the most when it is stretched to the limits?
Why is is that when I pull the long mullet of my hair back into a sticky elastic that I love the way it looks from the front; abhor the whispies that hang around on the back of my neck?
I think it's once again time for some changes to be made. When you feel discontent with your life it is up to you to pull at the strings of your imagination.
Why is that I like my body the most when it is stretched to the limits?
Why is is that when I pull the long mullet of my hair back into a sticky elastic that I love the way it looks from the front; abhor the whispies that hang around on the back of my neck?
I think it's once again time for some changes to be made. When you feel discontent with your life it is up to you to pull at the strings of your imagination.