“What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.”

Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.

I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.

Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.

To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.

I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.

Deep within, I still exist; a brighter, happy me. Just look beyond my outer casing.

I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.

Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.

Stay with me on this long night, til the dawn turns crow skies bright. Bring your skin to join with mine, and make in me a transient shine.

Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.

And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.

And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.

I am so sorry that my feelings have the audacity to not be contained within one short sentence.

You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.

Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.

I will be more than I was yesterday, even if that means I can’t take you with me.

If the world was ending, I think I would grab some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a bunch of water, and I’d probably just I’d probably go crazy.

I got what I wanted then I threw it away why do I mess up the only things that want to stay.

At the end of the day, we’re all brothers and sisters in God. What people do is none of my business.

And maybe at the end, it’s not about the loss or victory but the moments in which, we put all the efforts into something.

At the end of the day, I just do my job. I love my art. But I genuinely want to change the world. I’m very generous, and I really want people to see that I am – that’s really it.

Being sad means being elite for sad can’t be those who struggle to make the two ends meet.

In the end, you have to protect yourself at all times.