looking back toward the old days and wishing that i could see into the future the days i sat with tiffany and her daughter and wondered: where am i crying that my future was with her and than thinking: what the hell am i saying' for i knew that life is a mural, complete with the craziness that runs our lives and the damage that is everything we don't get isn't it ironic that as i begin to plan for the future it occurs to me that i don't have one? for the first time i wonder where i am what i will do, and how long will i live and destruction leads quickly to decimation and when i look back on the moments of laughter i shared i weep for as i do i realized that i thought i would live forever and i just wonder as too late the realization hits me that no one lives forever, they just think they do and i look back on the moments of passion i shared i realized that i was too late to be there but early enough for next year ive lived 17 years and it hits me that i no longer fear death just the matter of dying and my life signs deteriorate, as do i and i seriously consider getting high but i stop and i laugh. what would that do? and i just keep looking backBirth sign: Aries
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