I just want to wake up in someone else's arms. The days have been fine. I melt a little more as the nights begin to warm. But all in all, I have done an amazing job distracting myself from any sort of burdens. Trouble is, once i feel better, trouble seems to find me. Tragic, I realize, but completely unavoidable. I'm a hopeless romantic, what can I say? So now that I have lodged myself into an everchanging abyss of confusion, I will see who throws in their mighty rope to drag me out. I hate leaving myself so vulnerable, but an alternative has not presented itself. So now, I wait. Hopefully, i will not be swallowed up by the rising tide. But if I am, I pray to be tossed onto a distant shore. One with outstretched arms and a valiant will. And if it's a nude beach, that'd be cool too.