I look into the mirror, and I am a shell of my former self. How did I get so lost. I am not the precocious girl, so full of promise. Cock sure and wry. I am middle aged and basically a failure. Girls I went to school with are doctors and lawyers. Indian chiefs. Once, I read prolifically. everything from Shakespeare to Leonard. Now, my eyes are so bad I can barely read my computer. .I can't blame drugs. . .or alcohol. Just indifference. How can I recapture. . .not youth, but vigor. Hopefully, with this blog, I can find my way back. For my son's sake. And my husband. I am driving him crazy.
This was the quote under my yearbook picture:
Live fast
Be a spark and glow a while
You'll be dead a long, long time
Be a shooting star
And in one mad moment
Burning bright
Light the night
And make us stand in awe
Live fast
Be a supernova
Explode now while you can
Then flashing in the pan
Be a streak of red
Against the grey
Do it young
Don't let time slip away
And make us real
And feel
And see
Your beauty
Live fast.
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