All the time I'm thinking about you, wondering what it would be like if we meet again. What if I ran from this place, from this mess I've put myself in and just ran? Ran back to where I belong, ran back to you. What if I started over as I so often do? Would I be happier, would my kids be better in the long run? Could I really abandon the son I've ( Read more... )

It’s like a drive by through someone’s life. Ten dollars and ten minutes. You hear their voices on the other side talking about Montezuma’s revenge from hell, talking about their breakup, talking about their boring ordinary life. Then you see her face, do you go about your business or do you stop and take the time to really see her, to look past ( Read more... )