This is to some one very dear to me. I screwed things up and I want to make it right. Spread this out so maybe it can reach her.
We don't use it enough. // R&R?
Take a look around, it’s not as it seems.
We are an island of misfit toys.
Somebody once asked me why I wanted to be a doctor.
A poem about the relationship I have with my father
Middle of the night. Don't really know What I was going to do with this idea.
I think I’m falling again.
Follow the story of Chris, the loner from another world, trying to make it on a planet full of little people...and feelings.
I have no idea where this came from.
Some of my addictions.
Another dedication to that green eyed girl.
Walking with your eyes closed.
Is Hell always evil?