Do I wish that this was true, I must be crazy for dreaming such a dream, and it is at these times that I fully understand her reasoning. We All Fall Down… broken hearts, giving in to our sin, or even death; a straight line in the direction of down.

Is it Cupid or I that is the most confused, both victims of this storm which I will not dare call a life. Spinning Cupid… I wish I could tell the twister to take it easy; is that what I’m doing, I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore, far from it.

Just writing what comes to mind.

We all experience this once in our lives, and it is unnoticed until we are deep into it!

Love wanted,
Love desired
Love not known
Love not seen.

Watch our love blossom by doing it our way until the day that Cupid makes it possible for it to stay.

With a dream to be a carpenter I will be able to build my lover a mansion with my own hands. When she marries me, I will make a crib for our baby, doll house, and we will live surrounded by a white picket fence and have a station wagon for our family.

We had no place in loves universe.

For Kymberly Hollander, Il mio respiro.

Happy Valentine’s Day!