It's now or never

Future promises are empty promises...

I don't want any promises. If it's in front of my eyes it's real otherwise it's just a phantom. Now matter how beautiful / handsome / charming / irresistible this phantom is, it's still just a phantom.

I don't want phantoms, I want tangibility.

I don't have a stomach for BS. I don't have a stomach for promised big dreams. I don't have a stomach for imagined things....