People still watch TV?

Maybe they were. Maybe that’s the tragedy and the beauty of it, that every act of trying was really a prayer to be seen. And somewhere along the way, you’ll learn that love was never something to earn, it was something to return to, within yourself.

Sorry, I am so self centered it seems selfish.

Nature doesn’t hurry, yet everything gets done. Maybe it’s not time we lack, it’s patience.

Don't watch me, watch TV.

A female once told me I’m boring just because I have plants in my room. Airhead!

I once admired sunsets, blind to their soul, And turned from dawn for the comfort of dreams. But now I greet both in solitude, For manhood came wrapped in silence and gold... . . A.

Sunday feels like life’s quiet checkpoint. A mirror asking did you really live, or just survive the last six days?

EXILE!!!

Losses mark me, yet I carry them like armor, not shame. I meet each setback with a steady gaze, knowing that endurance is not a choice but the law of life itself. I move forward because the world does not wait, and neither will I. A.

Is it loneliness if you enjoy the silence?

Being dishonest with even one person makes you untrustworthy to everyone.

Some random decided to tweet slick about me this week. Never met ‘em, don’t care to. I just said fuck it! Hydrated and moved on. Guess silence hurt more, because the the tweet didn't survive it. Silence > reaction.

Now that I think about it, this is just another reaction. Ah, Fuck It! I need to hydrate more... . .

You’re incredibly beautiful, I’d love to rearrange your insides and turn them into a sanctuary for tiny humans, if you’d let me.

For you, my love, I will go where shadows dare to tread, you need only to trust me... . . A.

It's going to take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back.

I’m just trying to show you love, why you tripping harder than a toddler taking their first steps?