Whatever, Dude

Real.

Just want to be a good memory to my children. Anyone else is extra credit.

Don’t give me flowers when I die, if I can’t smell them when I’m living.

The dead give the most honest advice.

Empathy should be a hurricane, not a single raindrop.

I wish you the best.

Avoiding the lines in my face like a child sidesteps cracks in the sidewalk.

More emotional mechanic than poet.

When my mind wonders, it wanders with you.

Nails to flesh like needle to vinyl.

If I RT something and you don't agree with it, don't disrespect the author through me. Unfollow me and politely fuck off.

May all of the prayers that we leave unspoken fall loudest upon God's ears.

I don't know how to do this or if I've the strength that it requires. So much becomes so meaningless so quickly.

Death offered mom his hand today, but she chose to hold my mine instead.

Storms are her symphonies. Raindrops, her notes. Sheets of music that blanket her world.

Insecurity on steroids, a billboard of poor self image, jealousy is the very worst of me.

Every clasp, every button, every zipper a prison, her wardens of morality, she dreams of parole.

Bombshell and bomb shelter, my ward of peace, my piece of war.

War is a crowded bar. Thanks for the TOTD, @notittryagain