You often hear about making your dream a reality, but where is the originality?
Make your reality your dream, and fuck the formality.

Forwards and Back

discover freedom.
the kind that makes a line an emotion and an idea a work of art
the kind that allows you to draw in black and white but envision vivid color
the kind that inspires creation rather than duplication
discover brilliance.

I'm losing you to the current, to the coastal breeze
I'm losing you to the storming seas, to the silhouetted trees
All of which seem to be moving away from me
In a fast paced, natural flow
Each pulse of nature, urging me to let go.

couch from the 90's ain't got no use

There comes a time when a couch is just not comfy anymore. The fabric is stained, the cushions are worn and you would rather just sit on the floor. So why would you keep it once it reaches that point? There's no logical reason. Especially when you had a bad quality couch to begin with. Who would get a couch that is not long-lasting and reliable? You have no obligation to a bad couch. So get rid of it. Simple as that. No need to drag it out and be miserable every time you sit on it expecting support, but finding nothing.

Bad friends are couches.

I'm singing the sunrise as I open my eyes to light intruding through the cloudy window. Each ray of sun illuminates the dust that's been hidden in the air and uncovers the room that's been hidden in the years. The floorboards speak after long days of silence as my I make my way across the dim-lit room. I can feel the uneven wood as I stand on the tips of my toes, and the peels in the paint as my fingertips wander the wall. Standing still while I wander. Funny how that works. My fingers and my toes discover the aging beauty of a room that stood through the battery of time. I freeze as I hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway, the muffled shouting from across the room, the windowpane shaking from the thunder, the jingle from a cats collar, and a million other violent sounds bombarding my delicate ears all at once. Suddenly, silence. Now my hands tremble in awe of the magnitude at which the time in the walls can speak to you, and my knees greet the ground. My awakened eyes begin to see that every scream that pierced the walls, every stomp that shook the floors, and every beating the window took from relentless rain created a beauty in the walls that was only attainable through time.

Not So Green Thumb

You're the dandelion in my garden, much too pretty to just yank out. In fact, I think yellow is my favorite color.

I've invented a teleport. This device is much more subtle than previous models of hunks of metal welded together. This process is much simpler than dismantling and reassembling your atomic structure. This availability is more convenient than any scientist could fathom. This is revolutionary.
Close your eyes.