hold on, I still want you. come back, I still need you. you are the one person I will never get over, ever. you are the one who will always be my “what if…” I will never love another the way I love you. I will never give myself to another the way I gave myself to you. wandering in the wake of a breakup, faltering, unsteady, and confused. my feet no longer know where to tread, and our hearts no longer beating in sync. and if I am being completely honest… I don’t really know who I am without you.
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.