This is not a blog.

This is a record.

Of what it cost to become the man I am,
and what I refuse to lose becoming better.

If you’re here, read slowly.

Missing her 2

The real power of a man is measured by the size of the smile he puts on the woman sitting next to him. Right now I’m powerless and her smile…

The real power of a man is measured by the size of the smile he puts on the woman sitting next to him. Right now I’m powerless and her smile is diminishing faster for every nanometer she drifts farther away.
Making a microscopic measure of distance feel galactic