I could fall in love with a cruel desert that kills without passion, a canyon full of scorpions, one thousand blinding arctic storms, a century seale… - Henry Rollins

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner
but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own

I used to love you
I still do
So Selfish
I love the old you
The you that didnt shoot drugs
...The you that didnt get beat on by men
You laugh in my face and call me a fool
But its true
I still love you
Sometimes,I can see the old you
When your eyes flash
When you almost look alive