When, in years to come I am sitting in a rest home rocking back and forth with onion gravy stains decorating my tattered shirt having pissed myself and staring through vacant, hollowed eyes into the abyss a fleeting thought momentarily passes through my declining mind, and it relates to all of lifes stresses and worries that bring about sleepless nights and emotional unease and think: Was it all worth it !?
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 17:47:27 +0000