All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?

We were young and drinking in the park
There was nowhere else to go
And you said you always had my back
Oh but how were we to know
That these are the days that bind you together, forever
And these little things define you forever, forever

So what's the labyrinth?

“He—that's Simon Bolivar—was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. Damn it," he sighed. "'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!'

"So what's the labyrinth?" I asked her.

"That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the end of it?”

Of drawers and men

Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. 

My ideal

body weight
is you on top of me.

sex is always the answer

s is for the simple need
e is for the ecstasy
x is just to mark the spot

cause that's the one you really want

i love

fake

ps love me hate me kiss me kill me

And in the end

we were all just humans
drunk on the idea
that love
only love
could heal
our brokenness.