Seriously, I believe I should write, want to... everyday you know but my old nemesis - discipline eludes me.
Time has no meaning and the passing of time scarcely registers, how the days, months and days have flown away I can't really say and it seems to be a sentiment echoed by all I know.
Has the passage of time made me older.. wiser.. I dont know. Maybe the fine lines on my face and the turrets between my eyebrows have a story to tell. Funnily though I do not feel older, Neverland is home I guess. Stuck in a time warp.
Hmnn.. Neverland.. Whacko Jacko just died! Thoughts beginning to wander now.
Will not dwell in morbidity now, there's a time and place for everything.. today... I'm at peace.
Amanda, my daughter writes beautifully and at the cost of sounding egoistic and pompous.. I see traces of my soul in her. She is ofcourse her own woman, individualistic and unique.. but her writing touches the very depths of my being. Her description of pain... makes me joyful.
Paradox!!
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