there is nothing...

...like being wrong. There is nothing like being wrong. How many times? Where does it end? And begin? He is not annonymous.

He is now he... to be me.

Let it renew and acknowlegde. Time is not a game. It is more real than anything he's ever known.

fuck. fuck he. fuuk mee. tomrrow is another day. pray, do, love, be, be it different than the last. sob. let it be different than today... so sorry...

for himself... foolish fuck. be sorry only yesterday. make tomorrow another thing. make tomorrow a treasure... tomorrow is all there is; now is all there is; everytime.

guilt is not fleeting. it hurts... sometimes forever... what was it worth? was it worth IT?