From time to time I think about quitting my job. The first time I think about quitting is the moment I clock in to work, and the second time I think about quitting is one second later.
My heart pours forth, and if you pour a fifth, we can both drink and be merry.
Our love is timeless, like a broken watch. Our relationship is like 3:33 24/7/365, and that’s why it feels so complete.
If I could live anywhere, I’d live here, in this moment, with you.
Sometimes I stand outside in the summer breeze and close my eyes, imagining it’s your warm breath rushing over my skin, and in these moments I am clothed in Love, which never goes out of style.
Our love doesn’t belong to me, and our love doesn’t belong to you. Our love belongs to The Future.
Politics is wasted passion, like sports. Just a diversion. I can’t control what the globalist puppets do in Washington DC, but I might be able to influence the quality of life at the local level. The only vote that counts is what you choose to purchase, and from whom.
Your mouth can say the words I love you, but it’s your lips in your kiss that confirms the truth of your heart.
The ink that writes our Love Story is the blood that flows through our hearts, like flowers liquified and pulsing upward toward the light.