You’re bound to have nightmares if you’re always asleep.
1989 was my best year, but if I could go back, I don’t think I would; it was hard enough the first time around. I’ve given it a lot of thought and, if time travel were possible, I would only go back one year. Of all the regrets I’ve had in my life, there is only one I would really want to change. But even if could go back, knowing me, I don’t think I’d listen to myself.
They say you can’t live in the past, but I say it is possible to die in it. The funny thing is that almost everything I have done recently has been done for the fear of dying. This has resulted in me withdrawing from the world. Right now I am not living; I am simply existing. If I hide myself wherever I go, am I really there?
You can’t un-ring a bell, I know. But when everything you have become is linked to that ringing, you sure as hell try to think of ways that you can.
The good news is that I am currently watching the sun rise… one of many, I hope.
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