The sounds of silence are deafening.
It all goes too fast. Babies. Toddlers. Teenagers. And then. Left with only the regrets that haunt us, the moments past and the time lost. The thing no one ever tells you, or perhaps you’re just too young to listen, it never comes back. None of it ever comes back. There’s no second chance folks. Fuck it up and that’s all there is. One fuck up. Then another. Leaving you only with the knowledge that you will never get the chance to make it right.
Okay, enough of the somber reflections. On to something a little lighter. Something a little lifeier. I’m not quite sure that’s a word, but it should be if it’s not. Besides spell check didn’t catch it so I think it’s all good. My definition–lifeier: more true than any truth could be told. It’s livin. It’s life baby. To be told by no other than you. And only you know. Only you know.
So, this is a little of how my lifeier life goes…