I don't think i'll ever understand how the power of some people can affect you.

how can the sound of a persons voice just send waves of bittersweet memories through me. eyes that stare into my soul.

and it feels like everything is just yesterday again

I'm walking south on autumn's crecsent moon ( Read more... )

sometimes night seems to stretch on forever in a great expanse of of shadow and silence and sometimes it's just a blink or a nod before the dreamlands.

i think i'd like to bottle night, it's comfortable and seems less hurried and chaotic than day.

The wild tragic frankfurter feels broken
Up here is methodical and golden
We kiss the dream or grow in fire

Intensity corses, desperation, bitting my lip
A sudden confrontation but i can't
resist the sound of your voice when you cry.
How beautifully you breath
i think oxygen would be ashamed to touch such perfect lips
just as i am.
why do i have to be this complicated verb
when your such a simple noun.

"nothing worth having comes without some sort of fight. you've gotta kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight"
"there are no truths, only stories"
"where the wild things are is where i am most at home"
"everything's got to be someplace"
"it's a wonder we don't disolve in our own bathwater"

"when your expectations are not met, you are merely receiving a correction. You are being told that you do not see the whole truth of a situation.'

the stars are all hiding around here
jealous of the streetlights blinding glare