Posted by susan47 on April 25, 2007, at 1:39:21
Tonight, as every night, I looked in the mirror and I saw all these lines being etched on my face.. seems like every day now, time's creeping up faster, eroding present into past too quickly, so that future is past before it's ever really been present ... and I need to hold onto that, hold onto the Present Moment as long as possible, I smoked so much and I have to stop now, my body can't take it anymore. Soon I'll look like one of those withered bent old prunes who I see at work every day, every day Lord ... I have to quit, I have to. Because I refuse to smell like that. And I REFUSE TO LOOK LIKE THAT COME HELL OR HIGH .. what the hell. What a dumb saying.
poster:susan47
thread:753206
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