we’re all so guilty, living in this lifeless reality. the future depends on tomorrow’s words, that aren’t seen by anyone. nor would I like for you to.

i’m weighing the grade of morality.

I make puns without intention.

Let’s start forever.

Doing something new with someone old.

Don’t make bets on anything fabulous. Experimentation is our game. Let’s give it our best shot and embark on nothing more than a learning experience.

Maybe a break out for this kid? Not likely. But you’re pushing.

I want to live elsewhere. Maybe a new time, a new place, a new me.

That’s why we exist. The writers who set the stars in line, and align the world’s miseries so they’re carefully painted for each individual set of eyes to see.

just trying to make conversation;
landed me back before I existed.

ending nights.

it’s platonic vs. poison ; rather be living than regretting ; 1 day or 1 year is a lifetime ; and I do. Be my perfect agreement?

Why do I always fall for the straight girls?

the world is drowning in what never was and what should always become the next bought of love. voice melodies are begging me to be less involved and your beauty keeps me drawn in like a magnet in attraction. never thought you mattered, and then love mattered, and now you’re embedded in my mindless, selfless thoughts of you and I in memory- revolving around the mission were set into for just a moment of time.