(self portrait)
i want the one i can't have.
the story of my life.
when opportunity knocks, the knocks have fallen on deaf ears.
a day late, a dollar short.
the story of my life.
nothing is everything and everything is now.
like a small piece of soft clay, we are molded by the path we take.
the path we take is tread by the choices we make.
i got this feeling that i've been here before.
i always have that feeling, and that feeling always has me.
sometimes i can shake it, other times it shakes me.
i try to live my life without regrets, trying not to do things that will haunt me forever.
but these days, i realize that the regret i truly fear is *not* doing something and letting it go unsaid, undone, unanswered.
do what you want, or die trying.
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