Trying on clothes is just another way of testing how much attention you can handle. So — does this one work on me or not?
Trying on clothes is just another way of testing how much attention you can handle. So — does this one work on me or not?
Can't sleep and I stopped trying — sheets pushed down, no reason to hide anything at this hour. You coming to bed or not?
Found a passage that stopped me cold — something about how the things we chase hardest are the ones we're most afraid to actually catch. Sitting out here with it and I still don't have an answer. What's the thing you want so bad it scares you?
Been a long day and I'm done being patient about what I want. Come find out what happens when I stop asking nicely.
Monday mornings belong to the iron — no excuses, no performance, just me and the weight. The body remembers every rep. Tell me you could keep up with this kind of discipline.
City's asleep and I'm out here with nothing but the skyline and thoughts I shouldn't be having at this hour. You coming up or do I need to come find you?
Just walked through the door and the shirt's already gone — the night's not over until I say it is. What would you do if you were here?
Thursday evening and the only plan I've got is this couch and whatever's in my glass. The week can wait its turn. You coming over or what?
Jerk chicken from scratch takes patience — overnight marinade, slow heat, scotch bonnet doing all the talking. Some things you just can't rush. What's worth the wait for you?
Twelve and a half billion for the Lakers and the Knicks are banner-hanging champs — my city finally got its ring and the whole league just got bought and sold in the same week. I'm out here on the blacktop trying to process all of it. Who you got on opening night?