Wednesday, July 7, 2010


everybody needs a bright spot in all this dark, and when the light gets dim is when it's time to focus


i'm hanging over a cliff by nothing but my fingernails and even they are starting to crack and slip. i am weak. there is a crack down the middle.

i know you can't, but i wish you could come sit with me. kiss me on the forehead. whisper in my ear. tell me everything is ok. hold me til the sun comes up.