“Evil communication corrupts good manners. I hope to live to hear that good communication corrects bad manners.”

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.

Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.

And I would lie on your chest for hours and dream about the world in your arms but your thoughts were in another world.

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

Often all we can do is breathe, even that can be hard sometimes.

I am addicted to your madness drunk on your toxic love. Infect me with your poison, lets make storms rage above.

The more you fail, recover, and improve, the better you are as a person.