I was blessed with a gift. It's a gift and a curse. It never ends

A simple smile, a tender touch, speaks the true language of love.

I'm affected by my environment. Los Angeles makes me defensive and wary.

How many more idols must you find before you realize that you are the one you have been searching for?

I'm not the quiet sensitive little guy I was. I can't be. There's just too much after me.

Love like a phantoms lights but hold in the heart, it builds like the empty smile adorning a statue with sightless eyes.

I wish I had more time to sit down and be a little bit more normal.