Monday, April 25, 2011

Wishes That You Knew When I Said Two Sugars, I Actually Meant Three.

I am inspired to write for all the wrong reasons. One should probably be taken more seriously when they are writing more and dreaming less.

We always wonder if the grass is greener on the other side. We can choose to pursue other lawns, or continue fertilizing our own, until we're so full of shit and it's stuck to our shoes.

“I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself”

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