Be You

Fuck what you know and create your own reality.

She Cries

My story

I hardly do this but I felt the want to do this today.

Self-expression is something that so many of is take for granted. It’s something that evokes who we are and our freedom to show that. It finest matter how tight your pants are or how low you wear them. Doesn’t matter how bright a shade of red is or if you wear make up at all. We are all different and we are all individuals who rely on our individuality to define who we are.

I express myself through my writing and through my tattoos. Each one means as much to me as if I had written them and tattooed them on myself.

Don’t judge someone by the way they express themselves because somewhere along the way someone judged you and you resented them for it. Somewhere along the way someone passed up the opportunity to know who you are as a person and they gave up the chance to have you touch their life in some way.

My tattoos don’t define me but they define my story and I wear them proudly.

A man of your dreams

Being the man of a woman’s dreams isn’t enough.
Someday she will awake and her dreams will have faded.
She needs a man that will be the one to help her achieve her goals after she’s woken and her dreams have faded.
That is the difference between a man that will love you through the night while you dream and the man that will be with you through life and catch you when you fall.

Tonight I Lay Alone

Tonight I lay alone but it doesn’t mean I’m in the presence of loneliness.
You’re with me…
Inside me…
Near me…
I cannot touch you but I feel you.
I close my eyes and anxiously wait for sleep because when I wake up it will be one day closer to being with you.

A Little Longer

There is no such thing as permanent or forever in life.
Everything and everyone are only temporary stops in our journey to death.
Sometimes we are fortunate enough to get off for awhile and stay a little longer at one of these stops.
We’re able to feel a little longer, smile a little longer, and perhaps love a little longer.
But we are also able to resent a little longer, suffer a little longer, and cry a little longer.
We have to remember that it’s all just temporary.
We have to remember to not get attached to something that will not remain.
Nothing is promised to anyone forever because it doesn’t exist.
Being able to accept that this life we have is just a journey to the inevitable is the first step in letting go and finally living life.