2003-02-17 / / / / Time from the beginning

so the times ive asked myself endless questions planning my future planting anticipaiting series of eventfullness.

it all ends the road that leads to a ladder that you dont want to get old which leads you to the same cold coffee and need to buy gas. a guy passes his eyes are cold and i will never meet his personality. i rewind to the thoughts i had from the beginning, and how differently shaped they are now. are they? did i know what i was getting myself into? how come i wasnt scared? am i scared now? beofre i was so care free. what happened? is it the endless waiting on someone else that slowly dies off that makes you have a will to survive? or is it the fear of the other persons eyes you will never truely know.

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