growing old is more going blue that feeling cheerful. a smile seems to lose its power and there's no fun in simplicity.

you slowly forget about what you once considered heaven. and now your sanctuary is nothing more than plain hell.

maybe your prayers haven't been the right ones. or maybe you didn't feel what you were praying.

breathe is a boring task that you sometimes wish not to do, because it takes so much of your precious and 'expensive' time.

and so is love.

it's hard to stay on top. simply because it's easier to stay under the consequences of your call and ,with your legs spread wide open you continue to take with them, than it is to move your ass and get what you want.

and though you're not having any pleasure these walls seem remind you that this is the way the intercourse is suppose to be 'done' in this room.

with little or no passion.fast and silent.

this is my though about life. 

F.Dale