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| Wednesday, January 11, 2006 |
| strong. |
i look in the mirror and i see the face of a forty year old. wrinkled, sunken and tired from the downward smile. i think its the reason why my normal face has been accused of being mataray, pouty or just plain sad. it pushes people away. maybe what your mother said was true - you make that face so much, it will get stuck that way.
and i have the heart of a thirty year old. having lived and loved with passion and no thought of self-preservation. it has a rusty door due to the markings of jadedness but it still flows. it still works. no matter how many cigarettes i use to weld it shut.
and i still have the mind of a twenty year old. always interested and curious. excited by the unknown and keen to learn more.
but the face also learns to smile or put on a mask. the heart remains hidden for as long as i want it to remain that way. it survives. and there's so much knowledge and wisdom to absorb in the living, breathing world. so the mind is constantly satisfied. as a whole i guess it's all good.
i'm scared of what else i'll see in the test results from several check-ups i'm scheduled to have next week.
i think i posted this same song in the past but what the heck.
My breath smells of a thousand fags
And when I'm drunk I dance like me Dad...
Early morning when I wake up
I look like Kiss but without the make up...
And you know and you know
Cos my life's a mess
And I'm trying to grow so before
I'm old I'll confess
You think that I'm strong you're wrong...
Life's too short to be afraid
So take a pill to numb the pain
You don't have to take the blame...
strong by robbie williams |
posted by maldita @ 10:52 AM
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