| SPAM & PLANK |
[Jul 8th, 12:53am] |
When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't...
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| the sun goes up and then it comes down |
[Sep 15th, 5:08pm] |
But for now I drag through the weeks, one foot in the past and one in the future. I feel I am nothing but a dividing line. I don’t know who I am. They tell me there’s nothing wrong with that. They tell me today is all I have, and for the first time it begins to make sense. At times it seems like such hard work, to make it through each day. They say, of course, it’s early days, everything is new, what did you expect? You can’t sit on your arse and slide uphill. And I come to realize that all my small todays, the way I act, will lead into my tomorrows. When I was using, it was like, tomorrow everything will be all right, so today doesn’t matter so much. I thought if I could hold my breath for long enough, then finally tomorrow, full of light and pollen, would arrive. And here it is. I can start breathing again
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