Birth of saint Alex 

I can feel it’s weight in my handSolid and cold

I wasted every chance I’ve ever gotten

Fallen and alone

Raise my arm up, put it in position

This the end

Squeeze ………….



…Unfortunately, holding nothing

I’m still here

However The desire remains constant like a weight in my hand.

Why can’t I be perfect, must I be human?

Surely life must be better as an angel.



Should I not then aspire to be an angel?

Use this rage, hurt, and sadness to fuel a lamp guiding others out of darkness

Form wings from words and travel the world.



She showed up, it was a Miracle. I kissed her, I shouldn’t have but she kissed back.she invited me to cum inside and pump love into her body. I had waited forever for her love to surround me again. When it was over she said we shouldn’t be friends…..