Friday, January 2, 2009

Cheddar

I have become... somewhat agitated.

The lines on the face of time dont seem to fade quite like they used to. I gaze into the listless eyes and see a reflecting pool, absorbing my hopes and dreams, eating my fantasy, and all I percieve is the harshest realities, the cold feet and indigestion, coming back to me. I am reminded of a story I once read, a story of the man who died cold and alone. His name was my name too.