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...

Monday, September 04, 2006

In the middle of chores.

My previous entry couldn't have been more right. When we don't want it to, time slows to a screaching hault and when we want nothing more than for time to stand still--it disappears in the blink of an eye.

Counting the hours...

1 Comments:

Blogger Nick said...

Only about half a day left:P

6:50 PM

 

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