a restless night's sleep.

when you can walk alone at night, enjoying the stars and the evening sky,
I will then be there to say hello.
I will not hold your hand nor cradle your head,
but I will say hello and offer a hug.

an alcoholic of an athlete.

What is a substance? And what is considered abusing it? By who's standards? What makes one better, safer, or more acceptable? Can it be justified?
Who decides? We all follow. And we all criticize.
..yet we all do.

there's purpose, in everything I do.

making you proud, that is my biggest motivation.
feeling the smile on your face
and the warmth in your heart
when you tell me how proud I make you.
that's it.

I grew up,
lived by your stories.
the excitement and joy,
risk and adventure.
I envied you.
wanted to be you.

I am now living my own stories,
one day at a time I am filling the pages of a never written book.
 but always remembered.

a paralel path halfway dusted down,
I am proud to be living this life.
with only the strength and guidance
I get from you.

I am proud of you,
so incredibly proud.

you did not know it,
never knew what to do.
might have felt you haven't been able to give me much at all..

well..,
you gave me the courage to be myself,
and unconditional love.
for that,
I thank you.

mom & dad

I never had it, but ALWAYS wanted it.
Now I have it,
and I want to use it.

a day before a holiday is just another day.

those that are strong, let em be strong/
those that talk, let talk/
those who do not listen or be patient,
    will never know..