Our love is...like water, pinned down and abused for being strange
You know... you really dont feel alive until you are dying. And in the middle of the storm, rain doesn't bother you anymore once you are use to being hit with hail. If i keep telling that woman "it's going to be OK", she is going to stop believing me... if she ever really listened to begin with. I guess its a good thing i still own people in that hospital. Some things just never change no matter how far you run and how many times you roll over the world... Then again, there is drinking to be done tonight. The business of the coming weeks can wait for the clock hands to tick away to another day.