went back again today...

 

countdown continues...

i once thought i'd always be able to "go ask alice" but time has me thinking differntly now. i know life is at least 50% choice while the remainder is pure chance. funny how way back when i was never concerned and always just carried on in a "damn the torpedoes" kind of way. now i find that my mind keeps writing checks that my body refuses to cash. the spiral downward has taken me past the prsence of light, even when i look up...
maybe i should take up the life of an outlaw...though i have never marched to the beat of anyone drummer, questioned most things always, had reinforced the fact that nothing lasts forever and that this flaming meteor is slowly losing light.
it sounds like a "may-day" and maybe it is. i keep setting the goal off a few hours at a time.
pace e bene e ciao..