I have a hardcore Dr. Pepper, tea, and Propel water, addiction. I smoke a lot. Some people think I talk to much, some people think I don't talk enough. I seem to always lose an expensive lighter but I always have my bic. I squish my M&Ms before I eat them. I can't sleep without the television on. I find that intelligence is attractive and thunderstorms to be romantic. No one likes to ride with me in a vehicle, my fingers are always on the stereo buttons. To be continued...“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.â€
