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Questions?

Is it the fear of the unknown that made my hand tremble when I reached for you? Is it the knowing what I had on this side of you? The times my hand rested but never turned, why? Never taking the chance, never knowing what could have been, what have I missed? Have I waited too long? Is it too late?

Boys and Their Balls

Does anyone love the grunts and groans of the boys as they slug their balls back and forth as much as I do? The US Open starts today! Want to come over and watch?

I Need To Be Bad....

I've turned over every rock and boulder searching for it, but for the life of me can't remember where I put it. I usually don't misplace things, everything has a place and everything is in its place, but not this time. I've looked high and low, but still no luck in finding it. I haven't used it in a long time. Heck, I haven't had the time to even look at it, but I thought it would always be there patiently waiting. After looking and searching I'm afraid I may have took it for granted one time too many. Is it too late? Please God, it can't be too late, I can't stay stuck in this rut for much longer. I've got to find the "BAD BOY" side of Stephen soon......

I'm Still Alive

It has been quiet as a graveyard around here for way too long and I know I've been forgotten and buried by many readers and that is understandable, but I am alive. Forgive me for not updating but I allowed myself to fall victim, void of caring, void of feeling and when that happens there is nothing worth sharing. Somehow my life took a unexpected detour and I got lost. I've thought about you often and hope to catch up with you all again very soon.

(((((HUGS))))

How Did It Happen?

If there is anyone out there that still cares or wonders, things are about the same. I am still lost, stumbling around in the darkness, lost in the fog of too much work. My life is clearly going down the toilet and I don't know how to get it back. Why did I allow this to happen?

Screams And Static

I'm still here . . . still trapped on the other side . . . my screams slowly fading into static . . . .