November 29, 2007
Fuel your engines baby harbor nothing like resentment that lately has been overtaking. You are better than this, and better than what you thought you used to be. Itís a trap, nothing lasts not even consistency stays true. Not even for you. The machine of missing and longing has been oiled, but the fuse to ignite them is too tightly coiled, beware when unwinding it because you know now once its been lit youíll be defenseless against it though you like your chances and risks. Watch yourself and let it go at the same time, love is a fine line.