I see you're crying again. The last time I saw you you were crying. You were standing in the exact same position as you are now. Your left hand on the rail attached to my bed and your right tightly balled in a fist pressed between your breasts. The bed I am in now is much nicer though and so is the room. I'm not sure what the tears are for but I am concerned. Prior to your last visit everything was great. We had a nice time together. The memory of what exactly took place is a bit fuzzy but I get the feeling it is nothing to cry about.

If you don't know who Benny Hinn is you need to crawl out from under the rock and check him out. He can be seen on any religious channel. He is known for his healing powers. His shows are a riot to watch. This leads me to this video I found which has to be one of the best video mash-ups I have seen in a long time. Enjoy.

I enjoy riding the train everyday. I have been doing it for over a year now and I wouldn't change it for the world. It has enabled me to catch up on my reading and let's me get a bit more sleep. It also makes me one less person in the world polluting the Earth with my car. So in the long run I am doing something good. But last night reminded me that I am riding in a death machine.

The mistake was made,
the pain does not fade
and the hurt lingers on
while shadows hold back the dawn.
Drifting further and further away,
trying to hold onto the day
when the love was strong
floating in the words of a song.
To look into those eyes
peeling back the disguise
revealing what lies inside.
The pain cannot hide.
Hold on to what we know.
Take in the given sorrow
and trust what is said,
follow where you are led.
Once you give your heart
to half of your part,
the whole cannot divide
itself from its side.
The pain will fade,
new love will be made