Ford.

of fancy dreams

cramping with a vengeance again today so decided to take an off day from work.

i've been re-reading grimsley's "comfort and joy" and that book never fails to leave me reeling with this feeling that i can't quite comprehend. a mixture of peace, relief and burning desire. i yearn for that comfort and sense of quietness that two people can share. where a simple look or touch, conveys and says so much. words unspoken, yet heard, so very loud. where you draw your strength from that single soul who makes you feel like you can take on the world and everything that it brings, as long as he holds on to your hand.

i once thought i could have that with you. but i guess i've always been guilty of thinking ahead of myself, wishing and dreaming for too much, much too much. i get carried away and can't seem to pull on the brakes. it keeps spinning into this whole huge mess that i know i will very soon find myself unable to handle nor clean it up. what do i do now?

if only life was like a fairy tale. if only i was loved by you.