"a gun and a pack of sandwiches..."
"don't make me chase you, even doves have pride...."
For the past few days, the rain has been intermittent and icy..with burst of sunshine here and there.
The sun is putting up a good fight...to break free, it really is.
Perhaps it is a metaphor.
I will not cry today, I will not
I cannot. No. I will not allow it.
Things will happen as they are destined to. Or not. I cannot make alter my emotions or those of anyone else. I am powerless. I really am...
There is a war taking place inside of me and a huge chunk of my heart missing shaped like you.
"You want me?
Well come on and break the door down.."
