Nov 07, 2005 23:35
How can I intend to stay inspired and live a life of smiles. I only write when the world doesn't make sense upright. Turn it clockwise once, counterclockwise twice.
I'm feeling inside the photographs of a life that was mine. I remember and I know that you do too. But that person I'm holding in the picture isn't you anymore. For better, for worse, some things are not constant in my life. Nothing is constant, really. Save a very small handful that will last longer than anything else I know now.
Still searching for the fast-forward button. If you find it don't leave me behind.