no body is willing to fight for anyone else anymore, because we live in a self centered society where people only care for themselves. ignoring each other creating so much distance and space. it doesn’t matter if they claim they are in love or even happy. this is why people nowadays think it is okay to get married on a whim without being willing to truly sacrifice and fight for the relationship. no relationship is without flaw. after you pass the delirium of infatuation, the real work begins. if you aren’t confiding in your significant other, then who are you confiding in? it is each individuals responsibility to accept that people change and grow. the only love worth having is one worth fighting for- anything short of that just isn’t love. if you aren’t willing to fight for it, you clearly don’t want it enough.
I choose to wear my heart on my sleeve. virtually, everyone has labels hanging over them. I would like to remove them, but the truth is, we are all larger than the labels people give us to confine and define us. my soul speaks through images, words, and art; every shutter captures another piece of the soul, converting fragments of my life into memories. I draw lines to cross and wear clothes to take off. I live with friction in my bed and fantasies in my head. I am living an eternal fairytale where everything is coated in love, love and more love. I am flashy, I am deep, and my heart is the centerfold. passion is essential in my life. too many people are simply living but very few are alive. forget about the plastics and the superficial. I want classy, I want trashy. give me anything that breathes with conviction: thinkers, lovers and leaders; people who turn love into paintings, people who turn tears into sonnets, people afraid of life but never afraid to live.