Something somewhere knows whats best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs.
I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young causing me to bleed out slowly over things and people and every white surface that Id ever come across.
I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart. just in case anyone up there is listening.