three . zero .

feels like I don't give as many fucks.
but now I can see from another point
of view.  I like the place, the space
and the dreams are coming true.


Good & Bad.


Twin flames are forever and he sent
me messages of love on the day of
birth.  I was wandering around a place
of death, relishing in the essence of
the present moment.


Spiced fights & cigarettes.
Twenty somethings and pretty boy
faces, shoulders and skin to skin.
Can't say I blame him for being
pissed about how much of a bitch
I can be.


but I don't give a fuck.