Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Mindless Rambling

God, please wake me up when this life is over. Maybe the next time around we both can get it right. Don't get me wrong, the one I'm in right now isn't all bad but maybe the next time around, perhaps just perhaps, you'll let me carry over some insight from this life. They say the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence, but often times looks can be misleading and if given the chance to taste, it would be just as bitter. However, the next time around, I'm bringing along a pair of wire cutters and I'm cutting the hell out of that barbed wire fence!

Saturday, October 22, 2005


Holding you in my arms and feeling the warmth of your body against mine makes all the troubles of today melt away. If only in my dreams.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Cold Mountain Love

When I look into your eyes, not only do I see your soul but mine, as well. The breath you breathe in not only is yours but mine, as well. The gentle touch of your hand across my skin warms me like a warm fire on a cold winter's night. My first waking thought, in the morning, is the same as my last thought was before sleep captured me and held me prisoner in the darkness, that thought is you. My dreams of you were the only light keeping me safe from the insanity of the night. I am only complete when your in my embrace, my arms around you, holding you, feeling the beat of you heart. Amazing all consuming love.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Second Post of a New Blog

I understand yesterday was National Coming Out Day. To say the least, it came and went and still I find myself in the darkness of this closet. Perhaps, it will always be this way. How I wish it could be different but there is no way, at this time, to see it ever happening. Sometimes it is nice to crack the door open and venture out on occasion if only via the net. The first blog I stumbled across while surfing was by a guy named Brandon. I was amazed at how open and up front he seemed to be, his blog lead to other blogs and now I find myself visiting them on a daily basis, reading what they choose to share with the outside world, their happiness, sometimes their sadness and pain, their past, their present, and even their hopes for tomorrow. Although, I've never talked with anyone of them, I thank them for being there.