Act 1, Scene 1 Who prays for your water droplets? Alarm clocks blaring—our sightless hands search the nightstand and windowsill
It is ironic how after being with someone for a number of years you just begin to compromise by habit.
Yes, I suffered from the same cliché story over half the world suffers from. I'd grown tired of the rat race. That is when ambition took over. Ambition —the official difference between building a slum and an empire.
Yes, we’re the couple who watches the snow fall from a park bench in 0 degree weather. Now don’t get
Almost instantly it became somewhat of a suspense/horror/Oh-My-Fxck'n-God-This-Is-Crazy film. So the plan: JoJo will jump the 3 feet and Frank will catch her so that she doesn't end up trying teach herself to fly. Pretty darn simple.
You're standing face-to-face with a plunging 53-foot waterfall, onto rocks, stone platforms and of course more rushing water. A waterfall that leads to another waterfall—which lands on more rocks and finally drops into a frigid cold rushing river. That was the scene on the day Frank, made the decision to be Superman for another woman, without a cap.
It wasn't until we had be together for about two years that I actually inquired about his ulterior motives. . .
I do possess a notable habit of having catastrophic melt downs here and there or over-the-top mental explosions. . .
What is to give light must endure burning — Viktor Frankl