Life is a fight from the day to the night. A fight to stay alive a fight to thrive, a dog eat dog dynamic where the static seek to eat the dynamic, look in the mirror explore your hope and fear. See through to the you-you really are. See to the star. Then-when you see to the star, learn to wander the afar....

You sometimes look at me that wayWith nothing but silence to sayA closed distance unopened by youFraught, and yet, somehow subduedHowever long is at your leisureAs though Fate cutting the measureYet, I too sometimes look at youDistant silence filling...

We talk about thepast like it's amovie wewatched together.You liked thecinematography.I didn't care for thecruelty of theprotagonist.We disagree on thetheme, and everyscene holds differentaspects ofsymbolism for us.I'm not sure I wantthere to be a sequel,despite the goodacting.

She was a cutieYoung, hot and had an extraordinary appetite for sexShe knew her way around my body and knew what I enjoyedThere was just one problem...She had a disgusting habit of frequently and repeatedly gnawing on her skinMost...