if I could draw I could replicate your hand on paper
delicate details and all, this memory is solid

"They held each other and kissed and pushed each others’ darkness into the corner, believing in each others’ light, each others’ dream."

Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream  (via thequotejournals)

(Source: thequotejournals)

I am who I am because I saw
maturity before I hit it
marijuana before I did it

I am who I am because I heard
foul words of mouth
coming from one’s spouse

But I am who I am because I was loved
by family and the ones who thrives above
always there, when push comes to shove

And I am who I am because I learned
from making choices when the tables turned
and how to pick myself up when I was burned

I am who I am