sleepinsidemysoul:…tracing my journey not in miles or distance but with the reflection that time has
sleepinsidemysoul:…tracing my journey not in miles or distance but with the reflection that time has left behind …telling where I have been, what I have been doing…and who I am…..the smile lines….the squinting of the eyes lines….the baby oil, iodine and 8 hours of “I didn’t know better then” sun lines…. the fretting and worry and have another cigarette lines… these are, after all …my life lines….everyday …every year…like rings on a tree… …The passing of time….the aging of us… we blink and ten years have passed…we look at our children and wonder where the last twenty had gone and when did they become the age we once were… before we looked back….and blinked…©k♥ღ -- source link