Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Drive Before Dawn

I read what you leave in public spaces. The songs you reference. The quotes you quote. I know it's about me. I can feel you thinking of me. I want to tell you that I know and admit that I feel the same. But I can't. Not yet.

The First Time We Met

It's when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know "This is love."

And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren't pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.

Monday, June 29, 2009

The Hope Of Symmetry

So you look for patterns because that's what humans do to try and make sense of things. In hope of some divine order. And you look in movies and songs and the things that you read for symbols, points and swirls that match your own. But the only real pattern there is, is the one you make when you hold up a mirror. And reflect.

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Missed Appointment

So yes, we could kiss. I could kiss you and you could kiss me. There's no science, plane ticket or clock stopping us. But if we kiss, it will end the world. And I've ended the world before. No one survived. Least of all me.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Language Of Shadows

There are so many people reading these words now that if you put your hand against the screen, I can promise you, no matter what time it is, no matter where you are, someone else who feels the same is doing it too.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Car In The River

This is the acceptance speech. The end of anger and denial. I accept that you and I will never be the same again. That while those days will live in my mind forever, they're over. I hate it. But I accept it. And I'm moving on now.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Fractals Repeat

You are more than welcome to copy me and the things I do. I'll be busy doing new things while you do that.

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Whether Weather

You think you’re waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it.

Friday, June 19, 2009

The Shape Of It

They want me. I want you. And you want someone else. But none of us want to turn around.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Tempus Tempest Playground

It takes millions of years for the continents to drift. And butterflies live a lot less than that. You can live all your life in a day. Or spread it out and live slow.

The Seat Next To You

When I sit near you, my hands suddenly become alien things and I don't know where to put them or what they usually do, like this is the first time I've ever had hands and maybe they go in my pockets and maybe they don't.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Metronome Tree

Forget about your lists and do what you can because that's all you can do. Phone up the people you miss and tell them you love them. Hug those close to you as hard as you can. Because you are always only a drunk driver's stupidity, a nervous shopkeeper's mistake, a doctor's best attempts and an old age away from forever.

Monday, June 15, 2009

The Scraps Of Moving Paper

And if you'll have me, I'd like to come back as a cartoon character, forever playing jokes in your scenes.

Friday, June 12, 2009

The Moths Don't Die For Nothing

I'm sure people just kiss each other. I'm sure that sometimes you're talking and somehow two people move closer and closer to each other and then, they just kiss. I'm sure it happens all the time. But I'm also sure that a kiss is never just a kiss.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

The Middle Managers Will Be Forgotten

You taught and turned me into what I am with fire and steel and hurt and hate because that's what happened to you. But I will teach and turn with love and kindness. I will kill your spiral.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The Rose Is Not Always A Rose

You can be in love and you can be in a relationship. But they're not always the same thing.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Birth Of Remembrance

I built you a house and a garden inside my head. I know you'll be happy there.

Monday, June 8, 2009

The Day I Got Older

So you've given me all these things and I don't want you to think that I don't appreciate them because I do but all I really want from you today, is a smile.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Layers Unseen

There is magic even here, in gridlock, in loneliness, in too much work, in late nights gone on too long, in shopping trolleys with broken wheels, in boredom, in tax returns, the same magic that made a man write about a princess that slept until she was kissed, long golden hair draped over a balcony and fingers pricked with needles. There is magic even here, in potholes along back-country roads, in not having the right change (you pat your pockets), arriving late and missing the last train home, the same magic that caused a woman in France to think that God spoke to her, that made another sit down at the front of a bus and refuse to move, that lead a man to think that maybe the world wasn't flat and the moon could be walked upon by human feet. There is magic. Even here. In office cubicles.

The Golden Locks Phenomena

You are not too old. You are not too young. You are not too poor. You are not too sick. You are not any of the things that stop you from doing what must be done. You are right here. You, are just right.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

The Minutes Of The Meeting

When you finally understand what it meant, the truth will leave your lips. Not as words. But a sound at the back of your throat.

The Time Merchant

Each week, you trade 5 days for 2. That doesn't sound right to me.

Monday, June 1, 2009

The Picture We Make

Fine. Maybe I'm the puzzle. But you're still the pieces.