Wednesday

late night.

Its late and you are tired. I think I could stay up a bit more. I am yawning. Seriously though.. keep talking. I am reading the words you are writing and wondering what you sound like when you are speaking them. Consider me captivated. I have the coffee if you have the time.

Dreams are made to be listened too.

If I had 72 Hours Left..

What would I do? How would I spend it? I’d fly back to New York and ask my family for something simple: let’s celebrate Christmas together. ...