Oh. My. Lord. I just spilt my coffee.... O.o

On a scale of one to my mother how annoying can you be?

Headaches on a Friday are a thing from hell

I am merely a poet awaiting my epiphany to erupt before my words do.

Make one mistake, and you will be fighting with karma for a lifetime.

Tonight we pack our bags, of yesterday. But tomorrow we will sail away, into the glorious day.

You call me weird for reading a lot.
You call me weird for listening to foreign music.
You call me weird for how I speak.

If that's what makes somebody weird,
then I am weird.

Guess what?

I like it.

Life is fun in the sun. Love the moon. Cherrish the stars. Like the one you love.

It is not love
It's a mutual understanding. It was just a mutual understanding: that sometimes it feels right and sometimes wrong. Timing, thats the word.
Common, casual timing nor more or less then that.

Music is hope and inspiration, bringing life to the heart, helping it restart again,
and making a place where you belong.