Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

and they'll try to move on, but they both doubt it'll happen, cause there's no moving on from her. { under major editing }

They weren't supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it throws in a couple of new faces that bring you the utmost of joys in the most unlikeliest of places, and every now and then, you'll come across someone who changes you - someone who's genuine and wonderful and full of hope; someone who changes your perspective on the things that you had stored away in the cardboard box sitting in the dark corner of your closet, someone who opens up your eyes to new things; bright and beautiful things that you can't believe you hadn't seen before, someone who's iridescent. And once you meet them, nothing will ever compare.

❝the cigarette does the smoking–you're just the sucker.❞ [short story #458]

We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

An underground musician with shaking hands and a writer with anxiety issues, both hoping to be unnoticed but end up bonding over a shared love for coffee and science fiction. He's soft spoken and level headed. She's shy, relying on her favorite books to be her outlet to the outside world. A short story told in a form of journal entries; about love, loss, heart break, and disease. Chicklit #209 Short Story #455

Come on, skinny love, just last the year. (short story: #66/romance: #307)