When the road is straight before you with no curves to soften the length and uncertainty of the journey, all that is left is the horizon. The horizon that is always out of reach. 2am. And I am lost staring at that horizon of life. Reaching and running for a destination that is always out of reach and receding from a past that never wantwdnyou in the first place....or, perhaps I should just post a picture of my Oliven Garden breadsticks and say "isnt lifw grand!"
Posted on: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 08:09:02 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics