timing

    
   
   
   
        subconsciously we're singing that song of tomorrow; reality is a snow storm baby; no matter how much one imagines the best love, the scales tip very often;    
   
         I think about the one true shot I took; the true shot I thought I had; when things for me seemed pretty good; things for her seemed even better; but life got in the way; snow storm....    
   
   
         despite the bashfulness we both mutually understood we shared in common; in a spiritual sense there was something this physical realm blocked;    
   
   
         but then again I saw more potential then she did in our alignment....or perhaps it's just what I would have liked it to have been because I wanted to see something different in her, and the possibility of us;    
   
   
         the storm brings inevitable tension, obstacles, and more; all relationships appear as long distance; my emptiness only unfortunitly further justified    
   
   
        the death of that innocence; life has its way of whipping one's spirit relentless....