6 of 365 -- Before he comes The Meaning of Life (or "Before he Comes") I sit in my corner and ponder the meaning of life. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days and now just moments before he come. Before he clouds my mind with thoughts of love and passion, before he makes me believe that he will be real this time; I ponder the meaning of life. That point of existence held in the balance by fate and time? No, this is that ancient dance that our bodies know all too well. So perfectly made, so captivating and inviting, he draws me in...and I’m caught. Ready to give all that I have and all that I have had to him. This demigod that takes hold of me as if he knows how I was made. A connection so strong, there is no way, it not the way we were meant to be. And still I wonder… Is this really God’s plan, or has this man strayed so far that God has abandoned his blueprints? Here we are intertwined, like hand in glove, as if created for each other. But
This is the last time, This is the last season. There will be no repeating, There will be no reseeding. I have come to the conclusion, about the decisions I've made. The time that's been wasted The days spent over paid. We know we know better It just had to be said. This is the last time That these tears will be shed.