Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Speed Of Feeling

Now you've gone too fast. Now, you've made me leave me behind.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Flowers Of 3753 Cruithne

Truly great people were once called weird so that today, you aren't called anything.

Monday, June 28, 2010

The Messenger Was Dead When I Got Here

You should tell them the truth. Tell them that if they hold on too tightly, love might cut them. Tell them to hold on tightly anyway. Tell them everything is worth it and that the richness of life is only ever enhanced by its inevitable, brief flashes of sadness and loss.

Friday, June 25, 2010

The Place Sentences Go To Die

No one knows where the words come from and if someone tells you that they do, they're lying.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

The End Of Nothing Really Important

And just as we built them, we took the buildings down, brick by brick. We took the steel and the gold and the silver and the oil and put them back beneath the skin of the earth where they belonged. We turned the roads back to rocks and grass and flowers. We told the animals "We're sorry." We took our clothes off and felt the wind on our skin and you and I, we were not ashamed.

Then we turned around, and walked back into the sea.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Things Sold By The Sea Shore

I could've sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn't miss you.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Refracted Night

You forget that, in the dark, we must move closer together in order to see each other. You were never alone.

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Paint Hides The Brick

You took all my words when all I wanted to do was say them.

Friday, June 18, 2010

The Shell Against Your Ear

Maybe we're notes, plucked from strings we cannot see. Maybe we're all echoes of each other. Maybe that sound is all you are.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Reminders In The Sky

You are the distance between the way things are and the way I want them to be.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The World Is Too Big

All the space without you in it, is empty.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Seraphim And The Pirate

You were better to the ones that were worse for you. And worse to the one that was better for you.

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Taking Of Turns

You are in some songs that still get played on the radio when the DJ is feeling nostalgic.

You are in a book you once lent me (never returned) with yellowed pages.

You are in trees when I touch them, even ones without names carved into them.

You are in the way someone on the street laughs as I pass them.

You are in a box I keep filled with letters.

You are in a ring I no longer wear.

And, every day, you each get a moment to haunt me.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Anthems For People (Not Places)

If life was a song, would you spend most of it worrying about how it ended?

If life was a song, would there be meaning in the sound?

If life was a song, would you, please, sing it with me?

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The Ghost Farm

To you, it was just picking flowers. To them, it was a massacre.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Tracks Go On Forever

I never sat down and decided to become a story.

I just wanted to tell one.

I never wanted to be thought of as special.

Just human.

I never set out to help people or make them feel better.

I just needed you because I felt alone.

I never wanted any credit for the way you feel.

I just want you to know.

Monday, June 7, 2010

The Ratio Of Life To Living

Oh sure, some people give a little bit each day. But there are one or two special souls who, when you least expect it, give an entire life's worth all at once.

Friday, June 4, 2010

The List Of Changes

We can answer any question we have, like how do actors make themselves cry, so we never sit in wonder and wonder at the wonder of the world, anymore.

And anything we watch can be paused, so we never argue about what just happened while we were talking, anymore.

We cannot hope that we might have just missed their call, because our phones are always with us and if they didn't call, they didn't call.

No protests in the streets, just a button marked 'like'.

No one reads stories aloud, unless you are a child.

No letters. Just bills.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Universe Is Arrogant

You know that feeling you get when everything goes perfectly, constantly and nothing's ever wrong with anyone or anything? Me neither.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The Pattern Is A System Is A Maze

Of course it's complicated. If it wasn't, I probably wouldn't be interested in you.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Arctic Dream

Dreaming isn't hard. Dreaming while you walk, work and wonder, is another matter entirely.