Teevee Whore.

Okay so that would be 2 cups of tarragon, 1 pound of baking soda and 1 red onion?

What the hell are you cooking?

I have finally rediscovered why I write.

The inspiration you get from friends.

Mentors,

Kin.

etc.

At the point

where you don't have turn around

to know that they are smiling at you.

I can't doubt a human's ability to love.

I've seen and experienced enough miracles,

and I know better.

It's touching,

how you poured so much love into something,

without expecting anything back.

How you guide us,

because of your passion,

and love for us.

It's scary,

how I'm typing here,

even though I should be studying.

I've lost my motivation.

No.

I've made myself a promise.

You'll see me,

next January.

I'll be on stage,

And no,

it won't be a performance.