Lottery in heaven

Hey, there’s nothing wrong! What’s “right” after all? Nothing bad about a bit of color and numbers that indicate some sort of a foreseeable prize ahead of you! You bet! After all, this is gambling But it’s not bad, because it’s gambling in heaven! Chillax, have some wine, have a cigar and roll up your

Hope

Is when I know you’ve got my back Everyday Every step of the way From the break of dawn ’till once again You’re nowhere to be seen Got your spirit captured in the palms of my hand Got your will to keep me believing It’s an addiction, it’s not just addiction Your love Is what

Friday night bad boy

It’s a dry, dull, desolate world where we live. We’re made of thick glass, fragile enough to be broken, and oh so heavy; bound by gravity and layers of weight covering our bodies. You’re like music to me. You’re so vibrant, tangible, and full of bright pastel colors. Your smile pops open and fizzles out

The only way to exist

She can only be so open with someone who loves her so So when he feeds her this love, she loves in return Giving back each ounce of it, giving more than what she can give To keep him alive and breathing; knowing that she is his sole purpose his newfound religion, his reason, his

Hanging out with a firefly

She’s so dull during the day, but comes alive at night. At times I don’t know what to do with her during the ever so long hours of the afternoon. She just hangs around my side; we don’t talk, barely have anything in common. I almost loose interest completely. It almost becomes a burden; the