I'm floating a lot these days. Sipping my way through caramel delights, wafting along the rich aromas of grounded darkness.
It's a tale of man seeking to find himself, and upon undertaking this journey he discovers what it means to live along the way.
I guess I just want others to know that I don't need you to understand sometimes. Sometimes I just need to feel. And even though I can be hard to be around sometimes, I'm still there with you.
This life I'm in is something I chose.
'BYRON!!!!!' are the words I hear, constantly being bellowed down the hall, like a grumpy old-aged dragon that's got something stuck in his tooth at the back of his mouth. It's a continuous stream of bellowing because the dragon always gets something stuck there, it is its nature, and it will keep bellowing until it… Continue reading The Man, The Father, The Dragon
Isn't it sad to think of the fate of the sun. An endless cycle of patience as it awaits to greet the moon. Constantly running parallel to an existence so close yet never within reach. I think timing is like that. We plan and plan, we wait with unending patience hoping for that invitation, that… Continue reading Patience & Timing
Dearest Past, I write this to myself. A reminder of where I am knowing that it won't matter when I find where I need to be. Dear Stranger, I am ashamed to admit that I am not worthy of you yet. Not because of who you are. One can never be less or more in an honest relationship,… Continue reading Ti Amo
Recently I've been reflecting on the things that have been going on around me, and well I've decided, I'm tired. For the sake of this post and my mind needing some semblance of order, I'm going to break up this post into two parts: I'm tired of miscommunication and hate, So some context, I live… Continue reading Tired
Contentment, peppered over by a small dose of charm and sliced up into little melodious pieces. All layered upon each other to achieve that delicate balance between distraction and distinction. Whether I am singing along at the top of my lungs, or preoccupied with writing and listening to this keeps me mellow. It matters not… Continue reading Dashboard Confessional
If the world where a haze of black and white. I would be the collector, the man of broken shards and pieces. I sift through the darkness and the light, always searching for them. My body a shadow. My eyes burning bright. On do I search, through the dark and the light. My… Continue reading The collector of broken hearts