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What I wanted to be doing.... what I should be doing tonight....

I wanted to spend the evening with Ash, either at a party or at home, it woulndt have mattered, and sometime during the evening, just spend some time looking up at the stars and enjoying the quiet beauty of a springweather evening... and eventualy waking up together the next morning...

Instead, she's in Emporia, and Im stuck in Wichita, going over to Josh's house and participating in some bootlegging... not too bad, but Ive spent so many new years eves there....

Ive always thought that how you spend your new years eve is reflective of how the next year will be like.... I dunno....


Im not angry or upset, since nothing was set in stone and no commitments were made, but I did let her know that I did want to spend the evening with her, and I was hoping/looking forward to it.... just disappointed is all...

Ah well... even the best laid plans of mice and men....

Besides, its not the end of the world...

There's always tomarrow....


Another year goes by... and once again... I feel as if time is running out, time is slipping through my fingers...

Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find that ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or a half page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in a quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought i'd something more to say...
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