You and I are not so different

You see, I have learned a thing or two about people. One. When you do good, it is always because of you, yourself, and yours truly. Two. When you screw up (or, for lack of better words – make a mess of things), it is usually always because of somebody else and never ever 100…

A white kind of silence

I imagine silence with you. A white kind of silence. The sort of silence that mutes out the world – only we belong. You and I would encompass life; even though this sounds terrifically lonely, it’s okay because I will have you. That’s enough. In reality, this white kind of silence is jarring, out of…