Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Bullshit Daydreams

I always feel older than i am, I wonder if it will match up at eighty.
It is very odd to think that at eighty, I may still be seeing and thinking in much the same way. I will still be me, my essence, just older. Strange to think that every second I am living , will one day be my past, will one day be 'the good old days', even now as they are 'the crappy youth days'. Every song I listen to will one day be strange, boring and old. Maybe they already are.

When I am forty, I will buy a best of the naughties mix and, remembering none of it, I will think to myself
'Surely this is not the life I lived...'

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