i'm getting older, and time passes more and more quickly (i may be the only person i know to not wish for friday; one more weekend coming is another week lost).
but, it is finally springtime -- awakenings, rebirth, and love.
i'm saying that there is no more time to waste, and more importantly, no more love to waste. i'm going to be selfish now; i'm keeping my love. they've all had their chances, every one of them since i was born. i keep putting off my turn because i'm afraid that if i blink, i'll miss something, someone.
well, fuck that noise. i'm missing nothing, only myself.
so ... from here on out, i'm leaving my romantic loves alone. the new writings might be boring, full of news about my dog, or something equally mundane. in any case, they will belong to me, and only me. i hope to document the beginnings of a "big life."
to kick it off, i'm deleting all posts related to man-induced heartache that have no constructive/creative value. let it go, baby.
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