If the world fell apart before my eyes,

If I shattered into fragments before you,

Would you come and pick up the pieces?

Would you come and try to put me back together?

Or would you leave me where I am,

Broken and battered with nothing?

Would you leave me for the wind to clean up?

Sometimes, on my darker days, I sit there and wonder if I’ll meet a guy who will be by my side and tell me I’m beautiful, even if I find myself to be of the lowest and dirtiest rank.  And the thought comforts me…until I realize that this is reality - not one a book or a movie - and not a fantasy.

OMG, I WENT TO KAYAK TODAY!!  My arms HURT LIKE HELL.  It was so funny, and we were jabbing at jellyfish!