Day 36

they say all is fair in love and war and i think that's a bunch of malarkey. like how with love - there are so many more catchers than there are pitchers, its nearly impossible to get a game going. from the bleacher i want to just yell Throw the fucking ball! Hurl it! because i think eventually someone will show up with a mitt. i know it looks easy to say from where i'm sitting - sharing a bag of seeds with my prince - but i'll be damned if love won't break your fall if you jump. i have always known that i am not afraid of heights. what i am afraid of is jumping.