Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Sun Or The Moon

Things change the way you feel. And things change.

The Ones And Zeroes

You can be as logical, rational and objective as you want, it's not going to change the way you feel.

Put it this way; you telling me that lunch is in an hour doesn't make me less hungry.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Time We Could Spend

To know you like your tongue knows the back of your teeth. That's all I want.

Monday, February 23, 2009

The Children Of Monsters

Everything you like, I will find some reason to dislike and if we find we like the same thing, I will insist that you like it less than me or for the wrong reasons, like you don’t really understand the things you like. Because that makes me feel better about who I am. What I am.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Excuse For Your Company

I was wondering if you had a second. To talk about anything at all.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Campaign For Shorter Days

When we get to the end of this, you're going to need to remind me whose turn it is to leave.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Parts Of A Sum

You and me, we're clever.

People, on the other hand, are stupid.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Union Of Steel And Space

I write the love letters you never got, the ones you never sent. And I'll throw these words out there like confetti at the wedding you and I never had.

Monday, February 16, 2009

The Last Stop

One day, you will be given back every pen you've ever lost.

The Second Last Stop

We will make you comfortable before you leave. Not for your memory. But for ours.

Friday, February 13, 2009

The Long Hard Road

If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say

"But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today."

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Evidence Of History

Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

The Greatest

You, me and maybe one or two others, we're going to make this the best great depression, ever.

The Best Way To Run Into Traffic

It does not count if you believe in yourself when it's easy to believe in yourself. It does not count if you believe the world can be a better place when the future looks bright. It does not count if you think you're going to make it when the finish line is right in front of you.

It counts when it's hard to believe in yourself, when it looks like the world's going to end and you've still got a long way to go.

That's when it counts. That's when it matters the most.

Monday, February 9, 2009

The Town At The Time

Between you and me (somewhere between now and then), this is where we buried the children we once were.

Friday, February 6, 2009

The Light We Fly To

Which is why you make me feel like a moth that's reached the moon.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Dead Sunwheels

You'll be as shocked as I was to discover that their last words weren't

"Did everybody like me? Did I like the right music? Were enough people attracted to me? How did people feel about my decisions? You don't think I upset anyone do you?"

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The Stars Whisper To Planes (Sometimes Trains)

Services were held for us at major international airports and the same song was played each time, the one I'd play outside your bedroom window each night if I could.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Act Of Normalcy

I hope they make you happy. That's what I'll say.

Monday, February 2, 2009

The Ghost Ships

I won't keep circling the ocean forever, hoping I'll spot your island on the horizon, uncolonised and flying an old, tattered flag. You on the shore with the sand between your toes.

The Train Passing You By

If you enjoy the title of your job more than your job, you're in the wrong job.