Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Fear Of Air

Maybe I come from dust. And maybe the air and the lights and the world will one day tear me apart and to dust, I will return. But if you ever see me again, in this life or the next, there will be enough of me left, to become a rock.

Or something, at least, that you can lean on.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

The Wry Catcher

If sadness is what happens when you turn your anger inwards, hope is what happens when you turn your happiness, outwards.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Wasted Stone

And I've seen what you make for money and I've seen what you do for fame. I've seen what you do to make people like you and I've seen what you swallow to ease the pain. I've heard what you say out of malice and I've heard what you spat out of spite.

But none of these things make you happy because not one was done for love.

The View From Our Kingdom

Get the bedding and the pillows. Get a mattress too (we'll need all the sheets in the house). We're going to build a fort. And it's only going to be big enough, for just me and you.

Monday, January 25, 2010

The Statistics Deny Your Theories

People aren't sand. No matter how many you have around you and no matter how they feel about you.

You still have to love them one at a time.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Sins Of Stationery

To: You

Every office memo dreamed of being a love letter. If only it had the words.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Humans Aren't Recyclable

I hold you like I do, tightly because I know that one day, I'll die.

And I am determined to do it with a smile on my face.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Last Stop Before The Last Stop

Some people say that love doesn't last forever.

But I've met other people. And while over the decades their bodies have forgotten the ideas of who they were, their heads remember their hearts.

Maybe they didn't love forever, just a lifetime.

But they still make liars of those people. You and I can make liars of them too.

The Tune You Whistle To Work

While art might be the melody society hums to itself, artists are the bass notes.

You only notice them when they're gone.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Whispering At The Back

You say the things you don't need to say.

Because it hurts when you don't say them.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Catwalk In The Sky

And it may look to you like I'm just walking through your city with my head held high.

But in my head, I am not in your city.

Friday, January 15, 2010

The Moths Arrive In Black And White

The bad news is, people are crueler, meaner and more evil than you've ever imagined.

The good news is, people are kinder, gentler and more loving than you've ever dreamed.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

The Fury Of Water

You can try and hold me back. Build your damn walls, pack sandbags along the edges and yell at the clouds and the rain and the sky to stop.

But I will not relent. I will reach you. Because I am the sea. And I will continue to love you no matter what.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Bastards Tied Me Down

You may continue to call it a breakup. I will continue to call it an exorcism.

Monday, January 11, 2010

The Transplant In The Subway

You held up your hand, curled your fingers in and said

"This is how big your heart is. As big as a fist."

I held up my hand, closed it over yours and said

"No. My heart will always be bigger than your fist."

The People We Could Be

Being gifted doesn't mean you've been given something.

It means, you have something to give.