pouring my heart and soul out onto a piece of paper under icicle xmas lights that are just. . .a little to comfortable. wondering where its all coming from and why it didnt get here sooner. feeling all of the energy of the world running through my viens, shaking me, lifting me up and kicking me down at the same time. hoping, wishing, intensly that 603.5 hours from now my life will be on the path of always. feeling completely helpless for my friend and admiring her for the strength to walk out and save the little one that will be here any day now. hoping that i can bring strength to them because even if she wont admit it i know she needs it.
confused yet?