Heart Breaking, I think that if Dad, staring down the sight of a 10mm, would only tell me he loves me, I could easily change my mind... ...but he won't.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on.

It was body rush After body rush, intensity building. Touch me there.

I want the part of you that you refuse to give.

Am I more afraid Of taking a chance and learning I'm somebody I don't know, or of risking new territory, only to find I'm the same old me? There is comfort in the tried and true. Breaking ground might uncover a sinkhole, one impossible to climb out of. And setting sail in uncharted waters might mean capsizing into a sea monster's jaws. Easier to turn my back on these things than to try tjem and fail. And yet, a whisper insists I need to know if they are or aren't integral to me. Status quo is a swamp. And stagnation is slow death.

Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.