He was stubborn his broken heart healing over time. He didn't want anyone else but he couldn't wait around. Learning to love himself doing what he loves back to the basics. He gave it up for the wrong person who denied him and was quick to replace him. Without reason or an explanation all they did was waste another's time.
He respected himself getting older he couldn't sleep around be with just anyone.he he quit drinking everyone would expose themselves other than drinking there was no connection.

Always hungry
Never satisfied
That's what you get
When you build a world out of pride

Memories. Dreams. Memories of Dreams. They're all proof life isn't lived completely linearly. That life isn't purely physical.
It doesn't have to be defined by what we see, smell, touch. We don't have to limit ourselves so much. Who cares if something seems impossible? We've been proven wrong before. There's still so much we don't know. So don't be afraid to explore.

I want to write poetry
like a confession that I’m bleeding
like blood that I’m crying
like a heart’s cry that I’m singing
like it’s a love song that I’m feeling
like it’s a feeling that I’m fighting
like it’s a fight I’m welcoming
like it’s a welcome I’m inviting
like it’s an invite I’m opening
like I’m open and amazing
I want to write amazing poetry
like I’m reading some famous poet
and that poet in me