Then you realize

As the wind blew the shutters shook
The ground steady, but your legs shake with fear
The broken glass crept along the ground
Scattered by the blow they tried to fix the effect of the tragic memory
Flowers limp on the ground
Love gone with the breeze
And your heart crushed with agony
Then you realize...

You just got dumped

Poker Face

  I find my self in the basement of my colleague's house. The burning Cuban tobacco fills the room with an unmistakable scent that mixes with the muskiness of the pouring rain. The term "six feet under" doesn't hold a candle to this. I'm ten feet down and ten grand in. If there was ever a chance to turn back, now was not the time. The air is still as the sky rumbles. The roaring of the lions high over head and the flash of their illuminate manes, breaks the tension hovering in the muggy jungle air from time to time. Beads of sweat roll down my neck as I glance at my cards one last time. I've bet all that I brought and the cards in my hand waver in the fate of my destiny. Should I leave with the luck of the draw and the pot placed in front of me or leave with not even a thread of dignity left to my name? I feel uneasy, jumpy, on pins and needles, hung up on a string by the tattered collar of my over-used, under-appreciated polo shirt. My fate rests in the hands of people around me. I will not sleep tonight...

What is a House?...

I took this photo & made the video also

   A house is not a home, but a "well build" sanctuary for the costumes that we call our bodies and for the closets that we call our lives. We hide them here so then we seem normal and well structured beings that "fit in" the society the for some odd reason we have come to a liking of. Not for the sake of wanting it because only the people who have power over it really enjoy it, but for the sake of safety. For the sake of wanting to think, even if you aren't sure what tomorrow will bring, that everything will be okay in the end. A house is not a home, just another disguise that we hide behind.

Single Ladies Morning After

This is what single ladies wake up to on the morning after Valentine's Day...

With a hangover, surrounded by empty chocolate boxes, crumbled up candy rappers, and love songs stuck in our head!