Trudging Slowly Over Wet Sand...
Well well well, look who we come crawling back to after so many years. Could it be that the comfort of being in love negates me from writing and only the ripping of the heart out of our dear narrators chest drives me back to the typing of these words. I glimpsted the shining fucking star of love and am now blind with angst. I love my high school poetry to describe such feelings. I thought it might be something to be worked out as the TV tells me but to my surprise it was already lost. So now I try to understand what the fuck I am supposed to do from here after 3 1\2 years. Just move on eh? Ah, fuck it, this entry is done for now....