sometimes i just want to crawl into a hole and be buried.
i wonder why i do it sometimes, i've lost my hold on life and now i'm being dragged through this ocean like a piece of fish upon a fishing line dragged through the current to the ruthless fisherman awaiting lunch. i could swim my own path, instead of being dragged through the life.
a foot hold, so i can enjoy life as it comes.. i wonder why it has to be so fast paced? life should be slow and sipped and savoured liked a good wine.
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