If You Live, Live Free

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.

And You Became Like Coffee, In The Deliciousness, And The Bitterness, And The Addiction.