We walk into a bar, and you're aware of all the eyes on you. We walk into a bar, and I'm aware of all the eyes on you, too. For you, this translate into confidence. But me? All I can feel is doubt.

Its a fine line between love and stalking.

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

A sound waiting to be a word.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

Sometimes desire is air, sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.