i have run
out of words
to give to
you
.

I write like a poet
I speak the words of a song
I sing like an angel
…who tends to get the notes wrong.

I’m funny and friendly
Or I pretend to be
I’m weird but I’m witty
I guess that’s just me.

I wear my sneakers
To parties with dresses
I paint on the walls
And I make frosting messes

I suppose I’m annoying
But I bet you are too.
I guess that’s my panache.
How about you?

I don't currently feel like giving anyone a lecture,
so I'll try to put it simply.

If you keep setting your mind on the negative,
you will never be anywhere near positive
and you will never be better (which, I might add, you say you are try to do)
and you will end up alone in life and even more miserable then you are now
(or say that you are) and then you might actually end up where you think you are heading now (dead)

I'm not here for myself.
I'm here for the people who care about me
and for her.
*That might not be motivation enough...

There are infinite stars
And infinite wishes
That I mouth in my restless sleep
There are millions of words
That I wanted to say
But I conceal every peep.

There are billions of people
With billions of thoughts
It what seems like billions of hours a day.
Millions of miles
And infinite wishes
*Why is he so far away?