i talked to ray the other day and we agreed.
my life is a race. every time the finish line seems to be in sight. a cord yanks me and knocks me onto my back.
but its alright. i always get up. i always survive somehow.
its good to see that people believe in me.
that i'm not a failure. just always on the verge.
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some say i'm a planner, but i'm really just a dreamer.
someone stupid enough to tell himself that i deserve more from my life.
without my dreamt up plans i'd be nowhere.
sometimes i'm so scared to speak.
sometimes i surprise myself in my bravery.
its okay.
the balance will be found.
one day i'll go past the verge.
after all, why should i keep being afraid of the cliffs and mountain peaks?
there's always another just around the bend. =)