Photography by   C. Blake Photography .

What's become of our generation? The same faces we see in the halls of high school, we recognize on the bathroom floor of the bar. It's true, that at times it seems, we all tear from the seams. So from that point we pick a poison and bathe in it. Having a good time isn't a crime; but let me remind you that our minds are bred to believe we have to drown ourselves in wine. Sad to say, most of us believe our lives started at 18. But because of the paths we chose, I'm broken hearted that the next group of 18s will ride along the same road. Our legacy hangs low Languid, lawless, lethargic Is it for the bitter or the better Or for worse? We can't curse the bottle Only bottle the curse

Consolation is a rocking motion. You hold someone and sway them      back and forth      back and forth Until they remember being a baby And the comfort of rocking (being rocked) In someone's arms. What if no one consoled them as a helpless crying child? What if no chest served as a pillow? What happens then When they're asked to call upon These long ago memories Of comfort and consolation? Consolation becomes an unreasonable request. A demand to fetch water from a dry, dry well.

When i say i love you i will always love you. When i say your mine you will always be mine. My love is not a thought or a mood. is not something you can see or buy. Get closer though i'll bet you can feel it in my touch. We may not always be together. But you will always be in my heart. i may take a while to say i love you. But at least you know it’s real when i do. You may think my heart is full, You might even think i love too many. They say your heart is as big as your fist. Look at my hands you know i have room for plenty