Monday, May 31, 2010

Knock Out

There is a cost of wanting to be with you.


  1. until I discovered that you were not worth it

  2. ...until I realized the cost of living without you was greater than all of the pain, the sorrow, the heartache that I endured while I was with you.

    My heart misses you.
    Does your heart miss mine, too?

    ( I'm in love with this blog.
    Everything is so minimalist, yet so beautiful.
    Keep it up. You're doing a great job here.
    Take care and be well,
    Michael )

  3. of not being able to be with myself..

  4. it's called waiting. sitting and waiting until the walls bleed and everything slips away into the cracks in the floorboards.