Things change the way you feel. And things change.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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
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
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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
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
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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
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
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.










