I want to spend all day in bed with you 

Talking about us 

Our past present and future 

Knowing every detail 

Each scar and where you got it 

I just want to get to know you 

I’ll answer every question you have 

And inbetween I’ll kiss your chest as I lay my head close to your heart 

Hoping each one penetrates the skin and soaks into your feelings for me. 


Dear phillip

Even though you broke my heart I still want to thank you. You were the first man in my life who was smart kind and intuitive. You spoke honestly about everything and when you knew I liked you beyond our casual relationship you had the balls to sit me down and talk to me like a real man and face the consequences of that talk. 
You gave me the courage to be straight forward and honest with the men in my life because you were an example of how beautiful that could be. I wish things didn’t end as they did. You’re such an amazing and gentle soul. I hope you find what you’re looking for, even if it wasn’t me. 

I want to love you 

When I say I miss you, I really want to mean it 

When I picture the man of my dreams, I want his face to be yours 

When I come home, I want you on my doorstep 

And for the hugs and kisses I give you to be deep and real 

But they aren’t and maybe they will never be 

But I keep playing this game hoping that things might Change 

A moment

When I take pictures it’s usually scenary. Rarely ever people except for maybe the occasional family photo that my mom makes me take. Usually I’m trying to pictures that make me feel happy. A waterfall, some greenery, random animals I encounter. Last week I saw a fat slug climbing the steps at the temple I had visited after reuniting with my family overseas. He wasn’t impressive beyond being above average sized. But it was the high of seeing my family and missing them, before all those messy feelings of resentment settled in. 
My photos are always trying to capture a moment of happiness. Something I can’t seem to keep a hold of. 

Stream of consciousness 

My thought wander down until I’m in a self made tangent. For example: 

I wish I could be someone else in some other place in some other time right now 

But probably not a slave in 18 something something Or is was it 17 something something 

Man I should have paid more attention in American history instead of flirting with George dkaikovich 

Everyone said he had a rat face. Long nose and beady eyes. But I always thought rats were cute. 

I wish I had a dog. I’d probably be a slightly happier person.