West hollywood — I’m going to start with a tiny background, a surface level framework of what makes up Henk. I grew up with two parents, one a biological mother, the other an adoptive father which at five years old I ...
West hollywood — The third beginning, spontaneous yet again. My fingers are growing tired of writing unexpected goodbyes. Hoping that this one as all the others, you might be able to give your fingers a break. If all ...
West hollywood — If the time machine wasn’t just wishful thinking. I would go back to our sweet beginnings, Spending days where it felt so natural. Days with no animosity, no anger, jealousy or regret. No despair,...
An open letter to you, and to the next person that comes along.
In the wake of enormous cataclysm, it hurts and then we forget....most of us.
melting but, pulsing like icicles during a mid-winter storm.
every night between three and four in the morning, just before the light shines through my window.
What no one tells you about Lana Del Rey and Codependence relapse in your twenties.
An open letter to the one his forever love.
I'm almost over midway through my twenties, and I'm more lost than I have ever been.
A swan was never meant and should never have to sing solo.
swans weren't meant to sing solo.
My feelings haven't changed since we met, telling me my care for you isn't unwarranted.
I have not left, I am not mad, I will patiently wait till you are ready.
I'm moving and what I will miss most isn't the location, or the people.
As I sit here, and see a light, and beautifully confused aura, I know that's not what you feel.
your feet will be cut leading you to the tomb you all built.
This is why it's easier to cuddle up with my iPad.
To the deplorable, lost and superficial one.
This is how the three of you have shaped me.
Anxiety can be killed in two ways, a controlled or uncontrolled.
This is to the one who always gives more.
Someone who see's through the external pain, is the one you want to keep.
Last night may not have meant as much to you, and that's okay.
Like a boulder rolling off a cliff, I'm at the tipping point.
A letter of heartfelt concern to my best friend.
An open letter to all the women who have abandon me in my life.
Is it bad timing? Bad Luck? What's the reason we fall for the one that is so challenging to obtain?
here's the facts, you are erratic, and your vague dissuasion is misleading you but, that's called delusion.
There is a difference between your choice and accusing one of force.
I lost my first love, and he probably will be the only love.
It's become embarrassing to even speak of you any longer.
Today I got my second tattoo, and I will probably offend folks for the rest of my days.
Separate your life into fragments and you will see why we might call them chapters.
it's almost as if you don't believe what your feeling, you make it a dream.
All I want to do is to feel, but I guess we can just get high by the beach.
Perhaps this will be more although the easiest lie is just to leave it to God.
You're not doing it wrong, no one is doing it wrong.
The ultimate sacrifice. When someone finds out they are hurting you and they let you go, it means they care.
I just got off the phone with my best friend whom I met on Grindr, yes Grindr. It has other uses.