My chest feels like someone has reached in, grabbed both sides and pulled up and out.
Don't we all just do such an excellent job at sabatoging ourselves?
I know I've taken a silverspoon and most certainly began to dig my own grave.
If love was simple, then everyone would be in it.
Never easy to find, never easy to get, never easy to keep.
Why do we insist on continually plunging ourselves underwater without taking a single breath?
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Who do you, he, she, we, us think that is to? Do I know who it is to?



A 16 year old girl from a small town in Texas sent me a message on myspace today saying me
& the photographs i took inspired her to begin a career in photography & graphic design.
She told me they sparked her dreams of leaving her small town for the big city.
It is incredibly humbling and extremely flattering to know my art has had such an impact on somebody's life.
It's nice to see someone else adore something you enjoyed creating.
I wish her only the best.

Everyday just becomes another fight for me to keep myself sane.
It is the little things like that which remind me how to keep the depression at bay.
That and being able to come home to Danny every night.
Being held so adoringly by a man who sees me as a muse has never felt more secure.
But its not the first time I have been dealt the 'muse' card.
When a gal can offer her bleeding and bruised heart to a guy,
she knows she is sacrificing her entire life via her sanity.
That in itself is absolutely and most completely courageous.

As blissful as it is being with Dan,
often as we've become closer I can feel this wrenching sense of pain which he exerts. I feel so helpless.
I wish I could just kiss it and make it better.
Stick a band-aid where it hurts and call it a day!
Of course, I know first hand that is far too idealistc...
The course of true love never did run smooth.