It's just, I dont like people to think i'm just this emo hopeless romantic even though that's what I am late at night, when the clock strike twelve and my heart strikes right on the money. on my running out of time. it's almost a race to get love to get romance to get what I once though would find us all eventually. Now maybe i'm not so sure. Now maybe there is no maybe and it's a yes, the train is in the station a million miles away and we need to run down our own tracks, bridge the continental divide of our insecurities and proceed to get what we spent our "1 A.M."s wishing we had. Now maybe we're not so sure. Drunken hearts fluttering in the wine tour of puppy love. It seems like it's around every corner, but every corner has seven more to create a box that we cant escape until opened: Merry Christmas. Happy Birthday, Kwanza, all holidays that without love arent real but when love is made that anniversary is lost soon enough as the work isnt put forth to make it stay. And we figure that there will be more on the path, more love than we could ever handle. But as the moon rises and the sun abandons, now maybe we're not so sure. .steve