Yet again, I find myself here. Walking into the lion's den. Unafraid, unarmed. Fully aware of the consequences. Putting my life in your hands again. As fragile as a baby bird, hoping you'll take me in. Knowing, all I'm really doing is, putting my head in the lion's mouth, and praying he's not hungry today.
whoops. writing about you like you aren't sitting right next to me- as usual.