20. Slip away...
12:47 p.m. & Friday, Jun. 02, 2006


For some, time passes slowly.

For myself there's never the impression of being enough.

I bring to mind reading once that every year we live we pass the anniversary of our death. Evidently we'll never know the exact date until we breathe ones last, which leads me to the same conclusion that tragically in the end we pass on, and nothing will ever come across as though it really mattered.

At this given point in time I'm going to resume doing the one thing we all want, yet can't help but try to keep from happening. We slip away..


I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget