Jude Law and a semester Abroad.

Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken, sore, and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at; he owes me one last wish,
So here's a present to let you know I still exist;
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips

Good to be home. Home at last. 

Trying this blog thing on a consistient basis now. 

Maybe I'll snag some readers.

Call me Thomas.

Your life is Cyclical

It's full of People replacing People

Like riding an Airplane,

The air is recycled...

Breathe in Breathe out

It's the Breath of you Angels

That turns this world 'round...

The Time We've had,

Has been well spent

But I refuse to believe

that we'll soon reach the end...

I don't expect you 

to operate on hope,

Nor do I expect that 

somehow, you'll just know.

All I know,

is I'll be here when you get home.

Knowing all of this

Helps me sleep at night.

Because if not this breath,

Then maybe the next,

You'll eventually feel right...