Love is always hard to get a hold of... it seems to fall threw your grips and travel into the gutter when you can't hold on anymore... then where does it go? I have found that love sometimes is recycled... it flows into a river in that gutter and later down the road it sits there waiting to find you again... and when it does will it be for better ( Read more... )

Once apon a time, when I lived in a distant place where sometimes dreams is all you had... I met Bryan James Sylvester ( Read more... )

Today is another day, or is it?[ edit | delete ( Read more... )

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I was taking a nap when my parents shot through the door holding the phone, It was Alana... apparently my mother left our number for the hospital to give to Alana and she called me ( Read more... )

Lanier is gone from my grips... Alana is far from my grips and all I did was say what was on my mind to both of them ( Read more... )