What Time Did To My Face

What Time Did To My Face

It’s not even funny… Go ahead, and laugh…

The Problem:

Time does things to a person. Some of them, can be pretty awful.

Five Miles Of Bad Road

I’m not happy about the way I’m looking these days. It is so much worse, than just five miles of bad road. This looks like the wear and tear of a thousand bad days; stacked like bricks.

Look at these two photos, and tell me what you think

The above photo was one of the last photos taken of me, before everything went to hell in a bucket.

Knew when this photo was taken, that I was in for a rough ride. In the event that i had known, just how awful it would be, I wouldn’t have done it.

The way things are, much has changed in my life. I’ve had some bad days; in groups of a hundred, stacked like bricks. Life can be cruel.

Dying young is bad; however, getting old, is rough. Not sure, if there is a correct way to balance this equation. Something has to be done.

It has been rough.

The way things are; I’ve not worn this suit well. I’m not at all happy about the way my face looks these days. It needs drastic work done. The way things are, doesn’t seem anyone wants to look at me these days.

In the pits of some awful life. The last few thousand days; have been pretty awful. And you can see the pain in my face. How do things like this happen? What happened to me? It doesn’t even look like me.

It is to the point, that i don’t recognize myself. I’m not sure what happened here. It looks like this body is deformed. With looks like that, I’m likely to frighten people.

Want some new wetware. Looking like this, is wearing on my nerves. I’m not able to look in a mirror. I would rather not do that.

Maybe, this is the reason no one wants to talk with me? Something is going on. It is just too weird to be believed. The isolation screws with me. And my face; doesn’t look like i remember it looking. This is not me. This is not the me, that i want to remember. This feels like a nightmare.

I want to wake up from this awful dream, and find that only a few hours have passed. And this whole lot of getting old, was just some bad dream that can be fixed with a good cup of coffee, and a cold shower.