mephistopheles04

Holy shit. The years tick by.

I'm twenty-six, and hit me that I'll be twenty-seven soon. On Mother's Day, actually. Yes, I celebrate my 27th birthday on Mother's Day.

I'm looking forward to my 27th year. It's a big year for some people -- Jim Morrison, Robert Johnson, Kurt Cobain. I just wish that I had actually accomplished something by this stage in my life, like they had. Then I could join the 27 Club.

C'est la vie, n'est pas?

It's weird, though. My days, weeks, and months fly by. Even the days that are pure shit where I want to quit my job, hop in the car, and drive until I run out of gas are here then gone. It's a good thing, yes... but, fuck, I feel like I'm losing all of this time. It's nuts. The world ticks on, and I slowly turn to dust.

I want to put the brakes on for a little bit. Cuddle up with a great gal, and let the clock stop. How does relativity work, though? Put your hands on a hot stove, a second feels like an hour; put your hands on a hot woman, an hour feels like a second?

I want to be able to forever live in a good moment, rather than live in the memory. Hard trick, but one I think I can master!