48…

It could be said that we don’t know the value of something or someone until we are parted it with. I hate it when they are right. No…I have not, am not and do not intend to be parted with people whom I care about.

But I’m walking that thin line as it is.

I have spent almost 48 hours doing what needs to be done. It wasn’t easy. I know one thing for sure…I’m definitely NOT an art person, definitely not when it comes to how good something is suppose to look. To say the least…not good when it comes to physically making something with my hands. God knows how many times I had to redo it. In some ways…I feel like a kid again. Working some magic and life into the peices of paper I fold and glue.

I almost forgot what I was doing it for.

I suppose after a long time bending over your the best work you can do, you tend to to have a mind’s version of tunnel vision…stopping at nothing to get the things that you need to finish…finished. I just hope they don’t notice that the seats have dried glue to them.

Hey…I needed somewhere to wipe my hands.

Then of course…comes the words. The words to me are a powerful thing. To me…at least…it’s what I know I do best. I have been accused of being too poetic and definitely beating around the bush but…when the time comes for it. I know it’s all that I have that can compete with other people.

It’s just sad that now…words might not mean anything anymore.

I suppose it is my fault. If you use something too much, too long…like a drug…people like us can become resistant to it. I might not have JC’s charm…but I certainly have his stubborn persistance and when it matters…his machiavellian practicality. I guess right now, that’s what I have to use.

I haven’t felt this…stressed and excited in a long time.

To top it off…as I’m writing this sentence. My friend just fired up a random song Ian Van Dahl – Reason which is really creepy considering the circumstance. If this doesn’t convince any of you who knows my situation well that my life is a nexus of events that is set out to show me a way I don’t know what will.

I think it’s time to talk with you.
I think it’s time to realize.
Where is the love?
Are we gonna stay together.
or is it time to say goodbye.
Where is the love?

Give me a reason.
to hold on to what we’ve got.
there Must be a reason.
to hold on to what we’ve got.

Time has come to set things right.
Is it worth another fight.
Tell me the truth.
Is there something on your mind.
Tell me what you hide inside.
Tell me the truth.

Give me a reason.
to hold on to what we’ve got.
there Must be a reason.
to hold on to what we’ve got.

Are there things that I should know.
Will you stay or will you go?
Where is the love?
Tell me is there hope inside?
gotta read between the lines.
Where is the love?

Give me a reason.
to hold on to what we’ve got.
there Must be a reason.
to hold on to what we’ve got.
there must be a reason to hold on to what we’ve got.

Aye…all I can do is rely on the words you last wrote to me…that there is a chance. A small chance…but a chance nevertheless. There is still a glimmer of hope in this dark and trying times. There is a spark of fire that has not died yet.

And I’m not letting it go to waste.

It’s time to relight that fire.

Just you wait.

There are days I thank God I’m a pyromaniac.

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