I was born in an era where sex is loved, but people aren’t.
Tell them. Open your heart like the wine bottle you open every night. Spill all your words like pieces of poetry on the tissue in the bar.
Fights, they will happen, every time your opinion, hurts his “slightly” inflamed ego and high self interest.
Often times I forget that you are like me. That we’re all a part of this universe. That we are all this universe.
You’ll be forever immortalized in stanzas and paragraphs.
Write to everyone you’ve made a difference to. Every single person who’s lives you’ve touched.