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a potpourri of sense and feminine lunacy

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cruise along

When something captures my heart, i lose much desire to see reason. I summon deep determination. I manifest steadfast faith and i lose all interest in argument. Life's too short for sensible restraint in everything. I wonder what or who will once again inflame my passion? I can't forget a particular moment in time, and i won't stop striving to recreate it – or at least, an aspect of it.

Why do people not understand this about me?

That i fear my life being mapped out for me, that i prefer to live in the moment and the last thing i want is to see the future.

70% heart and 20% faith and 10% mind.

M # Friday, January 30, 2009.