Monday, March 21, 2011

Bread Feeds the Body while Hope Feeds the Soul

Just wait a minute.  Regroup.  Two very difficult years have broken my spirits.  I'm not where I want to be.  So lets try something new.  I'm going to take a risk today and muster up all my courage to do it.  I'm going to quit one of my jobs and try to trust you.  I'm going to try.  I hate your damn gypsy soul, but today I need your help.  If only you knew how hard its become, if only you knew.  We have had a good week together, probably the best we've ever had.  But this single flower blossom doesn't bring spring.  Not with us. 

Call me a pessimist, call me a bitch, but I don't think my little plan will last long.  It's like wisdom teeth, it's painful to lose, but once they're gone, they're gone.  My wisdom teeth ripped away my trust for you.  Just as hard as it is to welcome you back into my life, it's even harder for you to change.  You were born for leaving, for running away.  And a single flower doesn't bring spring.  No way. No way.


  1. Your blog is good but honestly your advice kinda sucks. Don't answer if your gonnga act this way.
    ( I'm like 5 years younger than what i THINK you are so cut me some slack.)