Wouldn't that be something? So is it the world that I miss, My old world? Do I really miss that life? Sometimes I wonder and then think, no...Not so much with the missing of that life.

I have something, I would trade it all away for, wouldn't I?

Random as I am I can admit that I do miss the beach and the times I had there. Never look back, only look forward........

So my life is to soon no longer be my own, but a shared one of opportunity and love, trust and care. So be, of course, all only is when God is willing.

There have been studies that sugest that people have a genetic need to believe in something, something greater than us. Why is it that we cannot as a whole consent to the "fact" (as some would think) that we are alone....some might ask that question and to them I say, because there is no way we are alone where we are. There is more out there, more we cannot even begin to understand or comprehend. There is so much more than we know or are willing to concieve.

Love is one of those things.

People in general, are not willing or not able to concieve love. I try, but somtimes I feel like I really just don't get it. Is the empiness I feel when I lie in my bed alone at night and the longing for him and only him to be here, is that love? My heart stoping, happiness? Can it really be defined? No, because its something we feel without understanding.

Such is my life.

As random and spaztic as it is.

"restless tonight cause I wasted the light between both of these times I drew a really thin line.....If I traded it all, if I gave it all away for one thing, just for one thing. . . Even though I know I don't want to know yeah I guess I know, I just hate how it sounds........"

"Maybe different but remember, winter is warm there you and I"

Choices: SO a dilema had presented itself and then faded like the sun fades into the sea, but I am sure this dilema will present itself again. There is nothing in this world quite like stress, it feeds me it drives me, it makes me get up in the morning and realize that my eye is twitching.

Dark humor, its something some of us come to cope with and embrace much like a fuzzy teddybear is embraced by a young, small child.

Random as I am I have never had issues with getting things done, it all gets done, but in its own random sequence. How and what I do sometimes seems backwards and senseless, but at the point in time I decide to do it, it makes sense to me, even if later it makes no sense at all. There is a method to the madness in this world. Adu~

"Remember we used to dance, and everyone wanted to be you and me.......so what to do with the rest of the days afternoon hey.....remember we used to dance and everyone wanted to be you and me I want to be too, what day is this, besides the day you left me, what day is this? "
~DMB