“Time is all we have and don’t.”

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

She wore the moonlight-like lingerie.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.

True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.

A sky full of stars and he was staring at her.

She was everything real in a world of make-believe.

Love is strange dark magic.

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.

I love you most in that place between coffee and sleep.

We were strange in love with her and I too wild to last too rare to die.

I want to be with someone who dreams of doing everything in life and nothing on rainy Sunday afternoons.

We, humans, are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be.

Life is a journey to find people weird like you.