Broken hearted games.. my life remains.. and reminds me to breath.. finding the srtength to meditaite is hard @ times.. keeping completly still.. time scares me almost as much as it excits me.. typing my words always find a way to be prosponed.. asking you to come @ the wee hours of the night seems something its not.. i found it in myself to have no need to explain.. an hour from now I could no longer feel this pain I have surpressed.. crossed my heart and prayed five times a day for them to go away.. struggled to pretend.. i no longer will include this in my design.. i want for my love to stay in your sail.. as lucid as the water it finds itself surrundered to..