ONE WORD

Frustration. Foundation. Pressure. Games. Girls. Love. Questions. Answers. Comments. Blogs. Paris. Nelson. Dreams. Problems. Family. Friends. Team. Work. Effort. Desire. Passion. Ambition. Motivation. Music. Artists. BANKSY. Freedom. Grafitti. Change. Life. Good. Bad. Bold. Dull. Strong. Weak. Opposition. Black. White. Segregation. Martin. Luther. King. Jr. History. Childhood. Nostalgia. Tears. Fears. Lost. Cold. Antarctica. Snow. Ski. Adrenaline. Blood. Pumping. Wishing. Flying. Seeing. Believing. Emotion. Consuming. Food. Water. Hunger. Thirst. Needs. Earth. Movement. Space.

Direct Orders

Be yourself don't rock out like other people. Rock out like you want to rock out. Be who you want to be and do what you want to do. The only thing that really matters in the end is if your happy. Stop caring about your image. Stop caring about what others like. Do what you do...

What the people say...

I've always heard that you are a very creative person if you can find a thousand ways to use duct tape. I think the more creative person thinks of a million ways not to use duct tape. Duct tape is a lazy way of saying you fixed something, you are just holding something together with adhesive. It's like if anything falls apart the first thing people think of is duct tape. If you use duct tape you are not creative.

Before I die...

Death and T-shirts

You never really know how much you love something until its gone. But when its gone its too late, theres no going back. Your once peaceful life breaks into a darkness gulf filled with useless tears. Your life soon comes overwhelmed of what if's. What if I would of talked to him and just asked him how he was doing. If only I would of smiled at her. If only I would of let you known that I would be there for you. If only I told you how I really feel about you.
When I go running to help and relieve my pain I see nostalgic memories of us as kids and it only makes it worst. When I check on your family to see if I could be of some comfort I find your mom folding your T-shirts into a box. Nobody said life would be easy. I ask myself if the rest of my life is going to be like this? I can only think of what you could have been if only you were still here. If only you could find the stories of hope that were covered by despair.

Banksy

 

ON MY MIND...

I am thinking of you like... Like a child thinks about there mom. Like a poor homeless man thinks of an unrealistic home. I hate thinking about you because you consume my thoughts and I know I can't tell you. I don't care what anyone else in the world thinks but I care what you think. It's hard to know that no one in the world is the same and if I dont get you I will never find anyone else exactly like you. Maybe someday ill be able to tell you....