The sky is full of stars

Loyalty; it’s a three-syllable word for “Hey, there. I know that you snore and kick me while you’re asleep and you hate me for leaving my clothes everywhere and how I can be a total asshole when my allergy rhinitis is acting up and how neither of us knows what we want for dinner and when we do know it’s you wanting Italian and me wanting Chinese and for fucks sake we’ve watched The Notebook for more than a hundred times already and maybe there are thousands of people out there who are much cleanly and have better tastes in movies but you’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my full moons with.”



Life is but a sea of inconsistency. There are waves, strong and weak. Storms that come and go that may devour me. Sea creatures, big and small that may annoy me. And here I am still alive in this small boat of mine called hope, and I just keep on rowing.