snippets of a constant stream.

you can only ever be yourself, as much as we fight against who we are, you are a child of the truth. honesty is our essence & saving grace.

as much as you believe otherwise, there are people out there who want nothing but the best for you.

believe that your decisions are essential to another's existence, just as much as theres is to yours. our life forces are coexistent.

an artist would not be able to fulfil their purpose of entertaining & inspiring others, if not for distant lovers & challenging experiences.

we are us, i am you.

the sooner we realise how integral we are to each other, the more rapidly our society can develop and prosper.

whether you are in this world for 6 years or 66 years, your life has changed and impacted another in ways you could never understand.

I can't tell you how to live your life, but I can only hope you are truly living. do not die dead, live forever.

in time.

if time could really tell it all, would we give it more respect? would we recant our idea that everything will be forgotten and exist purely in the past? how many memories would become our enemies? how many regrets would ruin our current success? 

we waste time like we have plenty, like the years that we await shall return if we miss them. where will you be in 5 years? 5 years older or 5 years wiser? 5 years stronger or remembering 5 years of this reoccurring nightmare you call existence.

time does not favour those that believe they own it; time will give to those that make the most of every moment, every time. we all need time, so take the time you have been given and make your life a tale worth telling, mistakes and all.

come unspoken.

come with your memories & enemies, 
with your have beens & your have nots.

do not speak when spoken to, speak when the desire to reveal everything you depise about yourself is ready to be unravelled. 

make it known that you are ready to build, to burn the bridges of every tormenting thought that others have planted into the crevices of your heart. 

tell me of heartache, of losing your voice through the silence of your screaming sadness.

be alone, crave the warmth of my trembling touch as much as you depise the fact that you desire nothing more.

stay aroused, by every moment that allows the intimacy of our final embrace to carry us through to the next. 

allow your vulnerabilities to find refuge in my every word, every strength, every last moment of sacrifice in the hope of your happiness.

come unspoken & I will worship every word that you utter.