Monday, March 31, 2014

The Fellow Passenger On A Crashing Train

Even though I've just met you, I believe we will be friends.

First, I will tell you something about me, then you can tell me something about you, as that, I believe, is how friendship works.

Here is something I believe: I believe that people don't know how people work when they're young and maybe that's why we're so reckless with each other when we're young.

I think people think that people come and go, in and out of life and I think that school teaches them that, that life changes in big annual movements, that one year you're this and the next, you're that. But life blends into itself as you get older and you realise, you will watch a few, if not many, of your friends get old.

You will watch them lose their minds and their hair. You will watch them get sick and get better. You will watch them succeed and fail. You will watch them get married, get divorced, get pregnant and yes, eventually, you will watch them die. Or they will watch you die.

So this is what I believe friendship means. And I'm sorry to have to put such a heavy burden on you. But you have put the same burden on me.

Now you can tell me something you believe, as it is your turn, and this is how friendship works.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Walls Are Made Of Lists

I hope one day you meet someone who can write a list of ways you're supposed to feel, and that you like every feeling on that list.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Iron On These Tracks

Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who let's you draw cities on their skin with the tips of your fingers.

Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who knows that some people were taught to ask for help but never who to ask.

Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who makes you want to be better.

And settle down.

Monday, March 24, 2014

The Stones From Other Houses

I wonder if houses miss each other.

I wonder if you can hear them creaking at night, in pain for some other structure they once knew.

A view from a window changed forever by a wrecking ball, a storm or a fire. A place where things used to live.

Why would the universe be so cruel, to build two so close to each other, only to take one away?

And what of the house you build, in the ruins?

Thursday, March 20, 2014

The Voices In The House

If you ever wake up and your voice doesn't sound like your own, the only thing left to do, is scream.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Most Beautiful Thing I've Never Written

It's easy.

You just wake up and say, "Today I will write the most beautiful thing I've ever written."

Then you fail and go to bed.

Then you wake up and say it again.

Monday, March 17, 2014

The Moments Directly Before And After

There are so many moments in life and each one must serve a purpose, to connect us from then, to there. So how couldn't you have known, that this would be one of them?

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

The Light That Shines When Things End

I hope that in the future they invent a small golden light that follows you everywhere and when something is about to end, it shines brightly so you know it's about to end.

And if you're never going to see someone again, it'll shine brightly and both of you can be polite and say, "It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now."

And maybe if you're never going to eat at the same restaurant again, it'll shine and you can order everything off the menu you've never tried. Maybe, if someone's about to buy your car, the light will shine and you can take it for one last spin. Maybe, if you're with a group of friends who'll never be together again, all your lights will shine at the same time and you'll know, and then you can hold each other and whisper, "This was so good. Oh my God, this was so good."

Monday, March 10, 2014

The Mouth Moves But No Sound Comes Out

"You know I'm not really here, right?"
"Can I talk to you anyway?"

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The Traveller

I am just the hand you touch when you reach for the air, I am just the nerve signal, moving along the wires in your body, I am just trying to reach your heart to make it beat, one more time.