Rejections to Stay Humble
When it doesn't go as planned, yell "plot twist!" and move on.

Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
When it doesn't go as planned, yell "plot twist!" and move on.
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
Over and
over again.
I feel compelled to write about my new tattoo, especially because a couple reactions were, “why him?” Follow me on a short but wonderful journey of self discovery and mild ink addiction.
In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree.
A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be wrapped up,
completely surrendering
to a past intoxication.
I can no longer tell if this shadow
hidden
somewhere deep
was created or always was.
A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
I wish you were beside me.
I wish I could hold you the way I hold you in my heart, tangled in my limbs.
Face reality, is what they said to me, those voices,
they can be silenced by my words.