Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.

I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.

Would I drown saving him?

Every high has an equal, measurable low.

you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD

But I so want to walk that razor's edge, Take feeling to a whole new level.

God i've missed you. I can't wait to give you your present. He kisses me hotter this time, and beneath me, through his denim and mine. I can feel the promise of his Christmas gift soon to come.