With teeth as sunken islands I come before thee and I smile. I have felt pain and sorrow, I’ve tasted grief and loss. I’ve known addiction and I’ve fallen from grace. I’ve put myself back together but i’m guessing some parts never fit anymore. I’ve healed then I went and did it all over again. Maybe that’s why this is such a cliché: there’s no original thought in the making. You only slide back into your broken bones and give time once more what you promised – that you will wait.

I am my own worst friend. I comfort myself in my own abduction. I test my mind and I dream of great destructions, distractions, I could never commit. I commit myself for crimes I will never commit. I lend a hand to win the hand and let the band continue. Let your soundtrack be bold, I would tell everybody, but I don’t, they don’t listen. Listen, this verse I wrote to transverse a thought epidemic: the thought of you.

It drives me mad to see how people never accept their own insanity. They say it’s bad, they say it’s a form of weakness. I may be sad and I might have fears but that’s when I’m strongest. I’ve cheated many times in this game called life, but listen, there’s always an ace up a sleeve and not only the best suited win.

I’ve loved and i love how this feeling transforms. It bends you at the middle, cuts corners to stay forever ahead and it amazes me how it can totally destroy your perception of glory. Love does not care for death and life is just an occasion. It happens to be and love can take over. But, there’s always a catch. I’ve loved in many forms and some of them transformed me. I’ve been loved and I am. I count my teeth and check my pulse, I’ve grown old and these matter now. You’d’ve thought you’d count sheep in your sleep forever, and your heart and your lungs and your future would shine brighter than a dentist’s flashlight. Yes, you age, you ache, you feel, it’s all in the brochure: sex, date of birth, height, weight and when you start to expire. Not to mention you were made out of used parts and may contain traces of death. It’s a one way ticket and it’s the most expensive. You might not even end up in first class, maybe not even the second and you could always fall from the sky, sink in the deep or derail into nothing when you’re braving the ride. Yet what a joy to be alive when you mean it! 

Enjoy it!