Blood Bank.

Blood, blood, blood. A needle and more blood. And you see the drip and the bag and the name tag that has your name. Its your blood. Filling up the life veins of someone else. And all the iron and the cells that you made, but you gave it away. And that life fills another life. Bruises mark the entry point, bruises that remind you, you’re alive and well. And all the pain that they have makes it worth it, and all the sickness that they have makes it well. And in the end you know you gave, ‘cause you’re alive and well. ‘Cause you’re alive. Blood, blood, blood. Blood the color of life, blood the color of love.

I love things.

I love my markers and my pencils, my fantasy books and my comic books, my notebooks, scrapbooks, journals, sketchbooks and my quotebooks. I love my guitar and my music, my silence and my sound, my inspiration and my writer's block. I love my chucks and my jeans, my messenger bag and my gray coat. I love my room and my bed, i love my movies, my videogames, my coffee in the morning and my iced tea in the afternoon. I love those glasses i can never buy and all the other books i wish i had. I love to travel and to be home, i love the beach, the surf, the waves, the foam, the sun and sea. I love. I love. I know how to love. But there is nothing I love more than you.

Whole Again.

Put your hand into the fire.
Dream of far away places.
Visit invisible places.
Laugh at the sky.

Tell me you'll be here in the end.
Tell me time will never catch us.
Tell me I'm enough just as you are.
Tell me hello never goodbye.

Drink the water.
Feel the thirst.
Drink again.
Tell me im whole again.