An unseen little baby bird...squish.
I must learn to be more mindful of the delicate ones in life.
It's bad karma.
Coming to stomp on me.

I could tell from the minute I woke up it was going to be a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely day.

"How are those thoughts of yours?" she asked in passing.
The song Lonely Day by Phantom Planet came on.
The irony brought a crooked smile.
"Those thoughts never really leave... I just try to keep busy
and distracted enough not to hear them,"
as I turn up the song and sing-a-long.

Lost

“Follow your heart”—words I strive to live by.
But my heart is a compass without a North.
Untrustworthy. Useless. His.

vvvvvvvv. vvvvvvvvv. vvvvvvvvv.

I smile everytime I get a message from you. Not because I find you funny, or incredibly witty, but because I drive with my phone between my legs....











on vibrate.

drip. drip.

A lost passionate art boy

A misunderstood music man

An insecure yet yummy film guy.

Is it the creative type that I should avoid? or just the wounded ones? because they tend to go hand-in-hand.

Lately, a bent writer has been hanging around. Really?? REALLY!?-let this one pass. Although I don't think it's possible to break a heart that's already broke, I don't want to test it.

My Angel

My angel is a 67 year old mentally challenged man. He comes in for his pool therapy and smiles for the entire 90 minutes. I imagine that smile never leaves his face. He's faced brutalities most cannot imagine, and yet he radiates the purest of love. He is not afraid to be hurt. He wears his heart on his sleeve and will do anything to see you smile. We can all learn something from Eddie. He calls me his angel, when he's the one doing the saving.