put your money where your mouth is.

hey stranger, sit with me and have a chat. we'll sip from our mugs for a while and pretend we can detect the taste - i have nowhere to go and you've got nowhere to run, i've seen the look on that face a few times before.




sometimes life feels just like a song.

hush.

people exist for various reasons, and i believe no two people exist for the very same reason. right now someone's having their first kiss, their last kiss, their wedding kiss, a goodbye kiss. someone's dying and being born and for some, it's happening at the exact same time. this is the worst day of someone's life; this is the best. today someone will experience more excruciating pain than they ever have or ever will again - today someone will be irreparably traumatized. someone's indulging their vice for the last time. someone's getting divorced. someone's lying to someone else, and someone's telling the truth. within 24 hours everything worth feeling or avoiding is experienced across the globe, by different people and under different circumstances - they will handle it individually and uniquely, the same as they experienced it; some won't handle it at all.

i like to imagine all of the things that are happening around the world when i go to sleep at night. i wish i could say that all of the exciting parts about breathing and interacting outnumber the sadder and more disappointing parts of life, but i don't know if that's true.

someone somewhere is counting down to the most significant thing in their whole life. whether it's good or bad, it's coming. they can't stop it, and they don't know exactly where to go from there.

we're all so small.

i burn (out) with the best of them.

a
tisket
a
tasket
we
all
fall
down.

sweet morning dew, we've always been the best at licking our wounds.

kick off my shoes and back with you, my silver lining's pure gold and spelling out spring time by the country side - bathing in daisies and the sound of my name along the lips of a jay bird.

the broken record you never wanted to hear in the first place - it's so nice to dream when you'd rather crawl out of your skin.

your golden spoon is melting between your corroding teeth.

when one door closes, another one opens. it just so happens you took my heart with you through the last one.

i'm a time bomb, the ticking of a clock that's aching to stop.

everything's coming up roses.

my calendar's bleeding and i feel the laughter rising in my throat. watch the days fly by, i laugh and weep with the best of them. let's lose our way and remember nothing more than our daily paper, read the comics and burn it for warmth because we'd never bother cozying up. sound like a plan? meet me in egypt; i'd swim the nile if it meant you'd ever consider tossing a bone.

seashore.

ebbing in tease, begging you to chase and rising with laughter at the failed pursuit - it touches your feet not because you are worthy or capable but because it chooses to. it could take you over, it could carry you away, it could swallow you whole and make you vulnerable victim to the few who are strong enough to dwell within. but it chooses to let you float, returning you to the shore at the end of the day and ebbing in farewell, covered by fog. you wish your heart could be in such control, you wish your dreams could fall in to place not because you are worthy or capable but because it chooses to. you wish your natural course was as simple as the teasing sea, but instead you go home and crawl in to your cold sheets for another night achingly aware of how alone you are.