I have recently begun to notice my love, affections, and efforts leaking. I put so much into it, yet it seems to just fizzle out making that well known farting sound in the process. At times there appears to be some progress, and some of it builds up, but it too ends up escaping as well. I'm getting tired. Even lite-headed. Like blowing up a balloon that never seems to fill. I must once again return to my breathing and find the balance, for this balloon is my life.
Originally posted on my MySpace blog: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=31517887&blogID=417321219