I Miss Those Days...

I Miss Those Days I miss the days of being in love infatuated intoxicated I miss the helpless hopeless feeling of the skipped beat or the stuttered word living on the edge of a constant heart pounding anticipation… That fidgety when he locks eyes with you clammy palms when touching you Tongue stuck...

On the Brink...

On the Brink… I’m staring down into an abyss, and I don’t know what’s waiting for me. 2007 has the potential of being the most life changing year of my life and whether or not I’ll come out sane on the other end is to be determined. Everything has this double edged sword...