Somewhere inside I die a little each time
I tell myself that it makes me ready for new growth.
So I try to Make the mends to my tattered soul
Trying hard to grow and grow.
Am I too Old? Am I too gone? Youth and firmness leave us all.
And the scars of life's battles linger.
LOL comfort in "like rome we all fall "...gravity is not kind.
Some days I feel full of wisdom and life.
Some days I feel full of sadness and I tire.
But that is life is it not? Without the bad how could I appreciate the good?
being comfortable in my own skin...can it be bad? if you get too comfortable and lax??
Or is it only good? My life isn't where I want it. It isnt how I want it to be. Who can change it? Only me...Wait?
No more wait. Days go by and my tomarrows turn into todays and I cant wait anymore for my todays will become yesterdays and then no more.
What am I waiting for? That one special moment?
No...My soul cant take the wait. I'm a free spirit in chains and chained to something inconcievable. Something dark and scary called
"WAITING"
Scars heal and time fades and life goes on untiil no more. Growth and love ....am I too old? Too gone?? Inside I see myself the same.
I will not wait to find out. Go forth and embrace life ..get busy living instead of get busy dying...I guess thats the choice.
Ya ever have days like this?
Where ya question?
That's life *wink**
