What makes it so hard for me to dismiss "intelligent design" as not worthy of a level of hypothesis is my prejudice that a designer requires a brain.

"How can you promise something and just shake it off?" asked the heart.

The clouds, the storm, are unique to me -
They only exist in my head;
I have become a natural disaster -
I am a living tempest.

I love work especially when it ends but then the next morning is not your friend!

It's been a year,
A years sense I've cried.
And two days ago,
Two days sense I've died.
You've brought me to tears,
After a year of hiding true.
Two days ago,
The person I love and the person who made me cry... is you
From my new poem Two Days Ago

You've been in my heart for so long, how will I replace you
you've been in my heart for so long, how will I ever set you free
You've been in my hearts for so long, I will never let you go

I see now we were not meant. there was no grand plan for us to live and love one another forever. and that is ok. I am ok.

When someone makes you smile, hold onto them, for they have entered a secret place in your heart only few seem to visit.

Her: Are you listening to me? Me: Trying. But when you talk, your boobs jiggle. It's distracting. Her: Grow up. Me: They did it again!

It's tough when someone special starts to ignore you, it's even tougher to pretend that you don't mind.