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"That's outrageous!" He said.
"You're a ******* fool" I muttered.
That's pennies on the dream.
If you think that the four dollars
   And 29 cents is for a piece of plastic with some ink and a ballpoint then you're probably just making a grocery list.
A pen  is not for scribbling to do lists.
There is an app for that.

A pen is for unlocking dreams and opening windows.
It's for recording the nightmares and victories of a life worth living.
If you don't have PTSD from one thing or another by 28, then you aren't living right.

"You're a madman" he chuckled.
Maybe so.
But I think the price is worth it.
Do you remember
when we first met,  when we first shared a look?
But not just any look..
the look where you glance at some one for the first time
and realize there's something more there.

The way you can't look away,
like there is a connection there...
that you didn't know could exist
-
But it does

now.

Now every time,
we share our presence ..
I can't help but look at you when you're not looking.
There is something deeper there
something you're not telling us,
something you're not telling me..

You try to hide it behind a mask of funny and sarcastic comments,
which I can see right through.

And then when you catch me looking at you..
I don't look away.
Simply because I want you to know I'm here
I'm present.
Share your darkest and deepest thoughts with me.

I want it
- I want it all -

Infatuation is a funny thing,
its short lived, so they say
but weather it's for
10 minutes
or
10 years
I want to share this moment with you.
With just you..

Because little time spent opening up with you
is better than

no time at all
Martyna Maselsky, MM
Intoxicant madness,
Chaos in their eyes,
Breathing fire breath,
Burning all the lies

Intoxicant madness,
Fear is by their side,
Say hello to me, old friend,
I bet you've missed me, its been a long time

Watching from the corner,
pretending to belong in there,
But its ones like I that see,
through your wall of..

standing in the corner
believing you should be there,
but its the ones like  you that see,
through the wall

we know that you
Tears are for the weak they said,
Even though they cry at night,
Light a candle and watch.it.drip.
It will happen to all your lies

Watching from the corner,
pretending to belong in there,
But its ones like I that see,
through your wall of..

standing in the corner
believing you should be there,
but its the ones like  you that see,
through the wall
We all think too much,
And live too little,
We don't go to brunch
Or have patience to boil the kettle.

So think less
And live more,
And lets go to brunch.
And enjoy the hot and the cold.

— The End —