whatever you have given me, is goodbye

i don't know what you're looking for here.
it's been gone for a very long time.
maybe i'll keep my promises.

it's the first of february,
and the last day of wishing.

there's no way out but a locked door

someone tell me again why living life this way is a good idea.
i've neglected you because life was like a box of chocolates, but i
found the one filled with peanut butter.
i've forsaken an average life and now i don't remember what it was like
to be happy.

you lie, you lie

driving along i was overcome by such beautiful sadness that i could feel
the tears behind my eyes. i kept saying 'oh not now, please not now.' i
still want to cry, and my heart hurts.

i'm in love.
i'm in love with.
i'm in love with you.

a 113 year old woman, the oldest citizen of south carolina, died today.
what did she know? what did she remember when she took her last breath?

it's almost worth it to stop crying

i'm thinking too hard about childrens' books, lately.
and how the first episodes of sesame street were meant for adults only.
i woke up so early this morning, and i always feel sick that early, that
strange feeling of needing to be back in bed.
there's wind here, and fires brewing.
i'm alone and lonely, but in love.

perhaps there's more than i'm telling you, but...

there's no telling why people remember the things they do. when memory
and truth blur together, it becomes legend.

my dreams will rise up and defeat me, and i'm afraid. i'm afraid of
becoming lost within one world and enjoying it, coming back and yearning
for a world that never was.

simply put you're amazing

new keys under my fingers remind me of days a city far away, contemplating a life that used to be mine. and you cut straight to the point, telling me exactly what i need to hear. it's amazing how well you read my mind.

i'm sorry for leaving you on edge, forgetting that my words only reach your ears by way of a keyboard.

here we go, around again. tell me why we need to lie again.

if it's l o v e i'll see you later

sometimes you don't know whether to laugh or cry
and when you laugh, your heart explodes and
you can't help but say yes, over and over and over.

i have never been so free as right now, staring down the
barrell of a long range rifle, dreaming of first class
and pomegranate vodka shots.