you are not growing yourself younger, i reminded my reflection. maybe it was my dress that made me look more critically at myself than usual..
*waistline long since vanished*...that's what i wanted to see in the near future..how weird yet so true..
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i was told to leave behind everything that was certain and well loved...
i'm turning to go yet half turning to stay..ah! i don't like the word *choose*...to choose or not to choose still makes the thought of choosing!
i wish i could do anything i want and need...
What good does anything do when one's DAY arrives?
i don't wanna hear 'em mourn and shed tears over the glass...
spread the ashes in the wide ocean...i could then swim with the whales and dolphins..forever...