Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Every moment is a surprise.

Possibilties keep walking in on me.

First Final In: 21 hours.

Did you take the time to listen to my breath or to my words?

Nervous Breakdown In: 3 hours.

Thinking how I'm bearly breathing

Cafienne High In: 7 hours.

You're every look gives me tingles...

Cafienne Crash In: 10 hours.

When I feel just like I do--when I'm with you

Bedtime In: 11 hours.

We won't fade away.

What am I to do?

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