I know I may not live long  this year for many unknown reasons, but please rest assure knowing that I’ve loved you and I apologize for not telling you any sooner.



I’m choking on my last breath I take and I can’t seem to find any other means to care. I’m stuck in my struggles of not caring... who knows me better than I?
I can’t crawl or climb above the surface of all my doubts and beliefs.





Last night she was a glimpse of empty pleasure, a cup filled with potential wishes. Her eyes reflected her love and desire for me and I couldn’t have possibly understood the type of love she felt for me. I took the chances of being her shoes for once and at that instance I was able to comprehend what I was doing to her to cause her to feel such compassion. She kissed me gently and with every touch and breath there was another story to be understood