I Would Love To Write A Mystery

I Had A Million Plans. I Knew What I Was Going To Do. I Had The Next Few Years Of My Life All Figured Out. But What I Didn’t Know Was That Within A Few Hours All Those Plans Would Change. Ms. Know-it-all Didn’t Quite Know It All So Much Then.

That Was All Part Of Giving Someone A Piece Of Your Heart; They Ended Up Taking A Whole Chunk Of Your Mind And Reserving It All For Themselves.

I'm Trying To Make Some Sense Out Of The Phrase "everything Happens For A Reason," And I Think I've Figured Out What The Reason Is - To Pissed Me Off.

She Was Tired Of Hugging Pillows, Counting On Blankets For Warmth, And Reliving Romantic Moments Only In Her Dreams. She Was Tired Of Hoping That Every Day Would Hurry So She Could Get On To The Next. Hoping That It Would Be A Better Day, An Easier Day. But It Never Was. Worked, Paid The Bills, And Went To Bed But Never Slept. Each Morning The Weight On Her Shoulders Got Heavier And Heavier And Each Morning She Wished For Night To Fall Quickly So She Could Return To Her Bed To Hug Her Pillows And Wrap Herself In The Warmth Of Her Blankets.

How Else Do You Think Life Happens? A Series Of Coincidences And Occurrences Have To Happen Somehow. Our Lives All Crash And Collide And You Think There's No Reason Or Rhyme To It? If There Wasn't Any Reason For It All, What Would Be The Point? Why Do You Think Anything Happens At All? There Is An Outcome, Repercussions And Occurrences To Everybody You Meet And Everything You Say.