'Maybe 2 weeks.. ', the doctor said. 2 weeks is an eternity when you're waiting for a mail but hardly enough time to say goodbye to loved ones you leave behind. Dedicate this to the ones we've lost along the way. May the heavens be kind and shine brightly upon them and the angels guide them safely to their final destination

She's so clumsy, always tripping about nothing

Butterfly; windshield wipers; half butterfly

And then I told her, "Anticipation...If it's good for the soul is must be fuel for the curious mind and a sedative for a heart's desire. For anticipation is akin to the dancing flames in the igloo of an onlooking Eskimo, desperate for warmth, Lost proverbs of a Zen poet."

And then I told her, "Anticipation...If it's good for the soul is must be fuel for the curious mind and a sedative for a heart's desire. For anticipation is akin to the dancing flames in the igloo of an onlooking Eskimo, desperate for warmth, Lost proverbs of a Zen poet."

strobe lights, dirty minds; smell of red wine and cheap perfume

Familiarity is a loyal friend to my enemy.

“Things used to be, now they not anything but us is who we are disguising ourselves as secret lovers we've become public enemies we walk away like strangers in the street gone for eternity we erased one another so far from where we came with so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E hatred and attitude tear us entirely” ― Chloe Mitchell

 “Things used to be, now they not anything but us is who we are disguising ourselves as secret lovers we've become public enemies we walk away like strangers in the street gone for eternity we erased one another so far from where we came with so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E hatred and attitude tear us entirely”  ― Chloe Mitchell

I told her, "You're kind of like a feather dancing in the wind. You don't quite know where you're going but you hope to get there eventually"

Too many days since January

"From hour to hour, we ripe, we ripe. And from hour to hour we rot, we rot. There by hangs A tale." - Shakespeare.

Everyone and every situation we encounter in life, is an extension of subconscious mind - a visual representation of that which we lack, fear, or hate about ourselves. -HD

Long days. Late nights. Early flights

Tonight the skies lay bare of drifting clouds. I can see the constellation shining bright. As it illuminates the darkness of the night. Tomorrow will be a better day.

I was just curious and now I'll never forget it. Every fleeting moment of it. What an experience...

Damn...it's only been a month but it feels like it's been forever. She calls up my phone and asks, "What happened to 'sticking together'?"

Right girl, wrong time. Right time, wrong girl. New girl, old lines. Old girl, new lies.

I hear my angels sing but their voices washed up in the sea.

I’m attracted to her. Like blood to count Dracula.

Lost my mind over matter. Matter never minded

Train station is quite an interesting place. Same routes. Different destinations. New faces, old faces, every day. Billions of people busy going about their life... Oblivious.