Thank You J.K. Rowling...

What an amaxing ride.

Write Byte: Untitiled

I loved him like he was my air.

A toxic crutch I couldn't let go of.

I was intoxicated by it.

The air that breathed through me so deep that I was blinded and couldn't see.

There was nothing fake about this, because I was in love.

But as we grew stronger, I did not.

I sacrificed my body for it.

Loving so deep that I left nothing for myself.

And when I left I realized, that I needed to see, I needed to be free, I needed to be loved freely.

To be my own me, and be able to be me with someone else.

And like karma, he always comes back to me.

And like karma, I am always punished for it.

I had to break this never-ending, loving cycle.

Because toxic will always be toxic, no matter how good it once felt.

Once upon a time.

Write Byte: Courage

Courage isn't  all about forcing a cowardly lion's spirit to grow older, or jumping head first out of airplanes.

It takes a lot of courage to say good bye.

And even though our love used to span a dozen ocean's worth of blue waters and steely white shores,
All love can't be eternal.

Some is finite.
Some is death.

And though I'm dying to speak to you with every living breath bestowed graciously upon me,
I can't bare the pain I'd feel to regress and degenerate the courage I've kept,
To leave you alone forever.

I Tend to Forget...

Fashion is all around us.

Even on the Broad Street Line where a man uses his forearms as a frame of reference for the garment he's drawing's measurements.

I have a love/hate relationship with this city.
But I make the most of it.