with more strength than you have ever known.
Meditate with more patience and concentration your body has ever seen.
Find a spiritual haven within the temple you have been given.
Breathe out all of the worries into sweet release and inhale the new energy the world has given you.

Silent air in loud mood the night is shaking in the lies of youth. The eyes move and the roles are played the truth is never made. Sit back day trippers and let the night sip on the laughter you give on. It takes the light radiating from that smile and converts it into an energy of expectations. Hands touch skin and eyes touch lips in hopes of true contact. Silent observer is alone in the adventure of new lingering nights. The moon light hits those observed eyes and lets them see the honest beating of a heavy heart. Keep up with that heavy heart. No one can lift it anymore. No one.

have always fluttered into hearts with ease. Such elegant creations made from such a versatile canvas. Paper. A piece for the writer and a piece for the hands that can manipulate you into a beautiful form of art. Let me use my canvas to write about the way your hands work so steady and knowing. Every crease is pressed with ease and folds are done like a memory well worked. I watch you with a day floating through my head when the moonlight peaked through blinds and cranes were flying high above my head in a mess of dizzying confusion.

I didn’t mean to be born with tragedy in my blood but I can’t help the molecules that make me.
I didn’t mean to be such a writer but I can’t help the way the words flow.
It is these unequivocal notions that continually go.
They lead to a deeper meaning of the heart and soul.

I may not remember the days I had the moments; but I can guarantee I won’t be able to forget those moments. Bittersweet heart breaks and tan skin. Soft lips and sweaty hands. Summer nights and Winter days. I share seasons with these people. I share parts of my life with these people. Each one a beautiful page written by my own hand in a leather bound book.

capture the night in our hands and squeeze until the stars explode all over our skin. Splattered with the universe we shine with the brightest galaxies in a mess of black holes and nebulas.

Have never known such beauty until last night. Skin to skin our weighted bodies passed through a house with ease. Patrone stung the throats of eager souls trying to find themselves in the night. Shot glasses raised high above heads and my smile penetrated the darkness. **** hits and low hip dips we held the night in our hands. It was easy to get lost with those beautiful arms pulling you in a thousand directions. Hidden cool rooms and teens reaching their doom I was completely consumed. Pale skin and heavy laughter her arms held my dizzy head as always. She cooled me off and led me back to familiar arms. Side glances and smoke filled lungs I heard cinema by skrillex bumpin through me. That night dissolved into me.