I like rain, actually.

I'm only sorry it doesn't make everything new again.
But It's 3am so i must be lonely.

Where did that cloud come from?

Zoloft [zo′ loft].

Sometimes I just need quiet.

We are Artists.

We are artists all the same.
We feel what you felt, last night.
We think the thoughts,
We write them down.

Trimming the egdes of our lives.
Editing the words of our broken hearts.
Cutting the raw footage of our lost lovers.
All in a days work.

We take photographs,
We delete most of them.
We paint pictures,
We burn most of them.
We write letters,
That you will never read.

We are artists because we have nothing.
We are artists because we have lost it all.
We are artists because we have lived.

We are artists all the same.

Today I thought you'd care.

Tonight, I went to bed at 4.
I couldn't sleep.
My thoughts kept me up, again.

Paper doesn't capture the words.
Paper doesn't capture the emotions.
Paper doesn't capture me.

Let the past out, then leave it where you found it.
Go to the place it hurts the most.
Stay there.

Tonight I should move on.
Tonight I should let go.
Tonight I should forget,
but I can't.

Tonight My thoughts will keep me up.
As per usual.

Let go.

Maybe You'll Remember Me,
Doubt it.
Doesn't matter anyway,
Desultory friendship
Your choice.

The hardest part of letting go
Knowing you tried your best,
and you failed miserably.
It is what it is.