It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train
I wanted to be on.
I hope you never think about anything as much as
I think about you.

Mound Rd. Miamisburg, Ohio. 4:28am 11/27/2010

That night the world ended under our feet.
I'll never stopping thinking about the
things i remembered, or how little I'd forgotten.
But we'll smoke to the end of another day
and wait as the clouds take over our heads.

You can not protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness

I knew that our time together was almost over,
I asked her if she liked sports,
she asked me if I liked chess,
I asked her if she liked fallen trees,
she went home with her father,
the center of me followed her,
but I was left with the shell of me,
I needed to see her again,
I couldn't explain my need to myself,
and that's why it was such a beautiful need,
there's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

"I never confused what I had with what I was."

Everything Is Illuminated

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right,
to be a good and meaningful person, to be,
as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy.
And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

I miss my best friend.

Love, love, love of mine
where do you wander deep inside?
In fields of gold and chartreuse trees,
I search for you but still you hide.

Love, love, we are betrayed
throughout my silhouette is where you dwell.
In pools of brown, like jagged cliffs,
the tide is rushing and the waves swell.

Love, love, you're never within reach
Why is it that you're never near?
Veins of crimson and a meager grasp,
you've longed to be any place but here.

Love, love, you wither and fade
like a rose that won't live forever.
You drink me in and spit me out,
you were once the pieces holding me together.

misery loves company

From This Friend Of Mine

You'll never need to be afraid,
you will never need to mask your fear.
I am lingering inside your heart's chamber,
No need for worries, I'm here.

My love can only grow,
never fade or disappear.
I want to stay right where you are,
I won't leave, baby I'm still here.

I speak with a harsh tongue,
but I never do it out of spite.
You are the song dancing through these lips,
I've always been wrong even when I've thought I was right.

Sometimes we lose ourselves,
but you have never been lost in my sight.
I never want to weaken your heart's beating,
even though it's my heart which you grip tight.

I never want to let go,
sweet love of mine.
I smile because you just know how to get me,
you're the words to my rhyme.

You travel through my eyes,
like light that is hard to see.
But you're so perfect,
you're perfect in every way to me.

People ask me what I believe in,
sometimes I really don't know.
But now that I think of it,
I believe our love could simply grow.

Our moments away are forever long,
they seem to slowly tick on by.
I am weakened by the memory of you,
with each tear that I cry.

I wish you could hold me forever,
and never let me go.
Parting really is such sweet sorrow,
but all the while I love you so.

i best be on my way out

Excellent timing leads to prosperous growth in life.
My timing is atrociously out of order.
Ive wasted my time dreaming about being alive, again
time to grasp a life lived.
its to late to turn back now, but
i havent lost anything except my mind.
ha.

my little birds.

Don't hold your breath.

"the more you change, the less you feel"