Go for a ride with me?
Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat. – Mark Twain
Saturday, July 11, 2009
When we are young
let's do something on the impluse. Something stupid, irrational, terrifying. Let's test our limits, get drunk, stay awake for a week and maybe two days more. Live unhealthily and laugh it off. Let's pretend the future is far far away, further than the year we have left. Let us waste hours and words, waste these precious times. Let's get hurt and cry till our noses are red and our eyes are raw. We could pretend we're 17 again and everything is within reach but when we reach out we only grasp air. Let's wander around with no aim, no direction, no guilt, no burden. These can wait.