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I just now went through my unpublished drafts.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