The art of the moose.

May I share my expressions with you. Are you aware how much your time means to me. There is no writer without you. You mean the world to me. If you were too busy to read with me, spend time with me. How shall my pencil, my pen breathe again. Can we talk. Let’s talk. Let’s walk back down Memory Lane. The first time; the first time I had the Audacity to be Selfish and leave you a message, introduce myself to your world. Yes; I beat you to the “punch.”
The first time; the first time you reciprocated. Oh my…my…my
A Brand New Dawn:
Confusion-Misunderstanding: an end to a new beginning.
An end to a new beginning why friends finally meet and become Confidants.
Worthless anticipations:
Chances knocking; Chances of a life time; Long Distance frustrating:
The Time in a Bottle.

Love comes to us all eventually.

It is unfortunate when you find yourself in a desperate situation.

My love will never love me more than a peanut butter though my love stuns more than a star glitter.

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The human mind has its limits.

Authentic hearts…

He went to bed alone, always dreaming about those blank, lifeless… No, those eyes were still very much vibrant and full of life. He repeated this to himself over and over.

Is anyone really perfect? The naswer is no. There are no perfect people in this world. We all struggle to be perfect, but all we really can do is our best. Sometimes we’ll mess up. If we realize we messed up and change to do better, then we come closer to being perfect. But no person can ever be 100% perfect.