i can buy happiness

2000 bucks worth of smiles, just doesn’t cut it.

Clutching the plastic sense of joy, and plastic smiles.

Happiness doesn’t sell at 2000 bucks, apparently.

bleeding ink

Every time a writer thinks that the ink as run dry,

There always comes a new way to bleed.

We look for hope

in the ones we love

because we sometimes hope

that they will save us.

There so many ways that life disappoints us,

and sometimes leaves us feeling like

redemption has failed us.

The lies..

have a new face.

marrying someone is not an ownership

We collate our joys, just as we do our failures.

Only some, were lucky enough to get an albums worth