Late

So i write this as sleeping beauty sleeps away. She lays there like a beautiful angel so hurt by the world that when a guy like me comes along... i have to prove I'm not the wolf knocking on the door warning that I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll have my way with you. Though I'll never be viewed as prince charming, I'd like to think that i should have some fighting chance... who is the middle man between the big bad wolf and prince charming? is truth told in sober talks or in intoxicated outings? I fear that in the inebriated state of things... all could be over looked as nothing more than something that shouldn't have happened... I know i write this blog weird and its hard to make sense of this but is it not possible that i do seek more that a one time deal? YES i say YES! I did all my crazy shit when i was younger... I'm getting older... not old... so i know what i want and who i want. I also know it takes time to prove it but i wish i could do something that was much more obvious to pave the way. I already fear i fucked up. You'll read this and know that while you slept i wrote about the things that i couldn't properly put into words or that the actions done contradicted what i was actually able to say. I don't know if you even read these but when you do... you'll know its you.