Can the sandy beaches come closer to the sandy dunes? So that I can feel the heat and feel the chill. And will your fire be there at the sandy peak? Or will your heart be at the depth of the sea? I’d dive a little deeper, to swim with your fishes Hold on to my breath longer, to feel the unexplored soil. Slide down the sand pile, let the heat wave stroke my skin. Feel the sands sieve through my fingers, to let the rift repeat.

D, Bm, A, G D, Bm, A, G D, Bm, A… The melody rings in my head, as I thought of the days, where the edge of your lips would lift your face, when I come back to play. …

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The world has always been moving forward, constantly pushing the boundaries of what is possible. From the Stone Age to the Iron Age, the rise of agriculture and currency, to the invention of the computer, humanity has never stopped advancing. …

I drop my 2 cents, for the kids who can’t pull up their pants. I keep the enemies close so I can wreck up their jam. I’ve been saying the same thing since 1994, I will be reaching the top, and fight through my falls. Looking out the peephole, I see them scurrying. Hurrying for…

I’ve been thinking of a way out. A way to get out. A way to retire early and not work anymore, but that doesn’t just fall out of the sky does it. There are a few ways to do that, a few ways you could do. To work and save…

I’m afraid of progression. I’m afraid that every step forward I take, is every step further I am from him. I’m afraid of leaving him behind, because he’s important to me. I’m afraid that if I think about the future I’ll forget about him, and I never ever want to forget about him. He was the reason I am who I am today, he’s the reason for all the progress that I have made. He’s the reason that I’m standing today. And it feels like betrayal, that I’m betraying him if I were to move forward. That he was there for me every step of the way, yet I am about to choose to abandon him. That my personal gains is more important than us being together.

I swear to god I’m still a whore for attention. Every time I write a piece, I’d still find validation. Patiently reaching out for feedback as my constant allegation. Intrinsically hoping that one day I’d be a sensation. Who am I? How am I different from the people, who post…

She never listens. I told her I needed to take a leak, yet she drove left and right, another right, pointing towards the rust on the edge of the car, “I think that needs fixing.” As I hold onto my bladder, about to witness a leaking. She never listens. The…