Journey

Hoping this year makes all your dreams come true. Happy new year

It's Christmas time in Pittsburgh

I miss you

The same fucks you give me,
Are the same fucks I give back.

People hate when you match their energy

Old keys won't open new doors

He’s an open book who allows the whole world in. She’s a locked up diary who silently wishes the world would leave her alone.

What’s strange is that nothing is all that strange anymore…

finally another social media site to ignore family and friends

doesn't time fly when you're not having fun

the energy I bring to bluesky: ???

I just want a deep physical, emotional and spiritual connection with someone who will leave me the fuck alone.

Give me a reason

She smells of November, of books left open.

Pull your clouds down and show me your sky…

somedays I am my cause
somedays I am my effect

sometimes I am unfinished sentences
sometimes I am a chapter well done
most times,
I am a library of thoughts in motion

Your body, my admiration.
Your body, my inspiration.
Your body, my dreams.
Your body, my reverence.
Your body, my words.
Your body, my chorus.
Your body, my support.
Your body, your choice.

That feeling of believing you found a little bit of peace.

Even if it's just for a little while, is everything.