The devil with the salt and pepper look!

I just now went through my unpublished drafts. One of the titles from a couple of years back read "My cup runneth over". What the hell was that about? I just couldnt relate to it!!!

I feel sort of odd. The world seems full of posibilities at the moment but somehow those possibilities also appear to be out of reach. To be, perhaps appropriately, all conceptually metaphorical about it (after all, LIFE IS A JOURNEY), I'm always at a crossroads with no destination in sight. What is a man to do?

Unanswered remains the question regarding that part!

In the horizon also looms the figure of serious adulthood in the form of a huge monster 25 years older self staring back at me from 2037. He looks kind of scary in his stuffiness, although I do find his silvery hair and classic appearance with a touch of devil-may-care rather befitting and charming

Look right up at nights...

This life of mine, if life I can call it, has become a strange affair, a kind of a metamorphosis in which every thing has changed.

Somebody once said that it was required of a man that he should share the action and passion of his times, at peril of being judged not to have lived, and for most of my early life I’ve followed this percept with uncommon faithfulness.

But now of late (the last decade or so) I find myself entangled in a web of days, time passing in a kind of a slow motion, yet seemingly the years flit by and I remain in the same place, unable to flog up interest in the world around me or the people who inhabit it..

I’m much like a meandering river still searching for a sea to unload itself of all that water.

This sort of detachment and apathy sometimes scares me.. but still I doggedly stick to the path

But to what purpose? What end?

I see myself upon the grim mile

The past hunting and future escaping

What was shall not be

Forever shall I thicken this belief