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...

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Till Kingdom Come.

...Holding you, touching you, feeling you, hold me too. I forgot, what it feels like, to be loved--to be loved back. Happiness, tenderness, peacfulness, mind at rest. I forgot, what it feels like, to be loved--to love back...

...You can take a picture of something you see--in the future, where will I be? You can climb a ladder up to the sun or write a song nobody has sung--or do something that's never been done...

...You are--you are...and nothing else compares. Oh and nothing else compares, nothing else compares...

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

sup slacker. when you commin back to runnin?

12:19 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I miss you!!!!! Ready for Tuesday? Its going to feel like a semi hit us.

11:10 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Any girl that can pull off sweats is dammmmmn fine in my books! Love the new ones!

1:06 PM

 

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