this is about love or lust or the lack of both and the presence of something. im not really sure. but i know that nothing is truly for sure, and you are never promised what people say you are. life is about as predictable as nothing...its something you cant even compare it to. life is life and we never know what will happen or who we will meet. we are thrown curve balls everyday...things we have to avoid and times we have to make the choice to catch whatever has been thrown in our direction, and run with it until our heart gives up

this ended as being more vague and less about love or lust...but, in my sordid life, it all makes simple since...

i love you and happy birthday jane miller!



((for a more in depth and personal account, you can visit my xanga...and if you dont know my xanga, you can ask, and i will message it to you...but, i dont feel like everyone on phusebox reading some things...cause yeah...thats just the end of that))