I've been drowning out the hum in my ears
The fear in my chest
My rage my sorrows
In alcohol and exercise.
I've taken to running. It's almost symbolic.

One day, you will be in my orbit again.

I don't believe in very many things anymore. Much of the magic is gone from my life.

But I still hang onto one thing, be it blind hope or total delusion...

If I am dreaming of us sitting at a table together, keeping each other's company till the sun rises,

Somewhere that table exists.

What a beautiful thing it is
To bring such creation and ruin into one lifetime

My mind is not where my reality is
(In fact, it never knew where it was before.)
But when those two fuckers meet
The fallout will be exquisite.

A look in the eye and you memorize the colour ( Read more... )

The City is my goddess and I'll take what she gives me.

I'll wait for a while, but Malibu won't always be there.

After enduring 2 weeks with the mother-in-law taking up space in my apartment, the constant noise of opinionated confusion ( Read more... )

Is it a problem?
That moment that I realize
That the things that make me happy are in no way rooted in reality.

sometimes
I hatch up these totally crazy elaborate schemes
then when no one is looking
i look into what it would take to make them happen.
then I realize just how much these things would destroy
but I just can't help myself.

The day you realize your dreams are just dreams,
and realizing them means shattering reality.
It leaves you with a choice,
Do you fight to keep what you have,
Or fight to see what could be?