Monday, June 30, 2014

The Descent Into Light

If you're not afraid, there is no end, only an imminent bliss. So burn like love and love like fire.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

The World Changed, Not Me

You think I'm unreasonable.

But in an unreasonable world, that's just how I look.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

The Quiet Rebellion

Challenge the world that gives you the chance to live longer but asks you to do small things with that longer life.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Light Of Hidden Tragedies

Sometimes you'll find it hard to find, the difference between diamonds in your hand and broken glass on the freeway.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

The Reflection In Shop Windows

If you live in your head for too long, you run the risk of becoming your own secret.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The Dreams On The Line

I chased my dreams until I caught them.

I chased my thoughts until I stopped thinking.

And I chased my heart until I found you.

Friday, June 13, 2014

The Last Part Of This Sentence Is Still Yours

You still take things from me in the most beautiful way.

You are still the only way I can sleep, when I wake up to tell you, I cannot sleep.

You still make sense in a way that only birds know when they leave winter.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

The Future Of Anger Management

One day they'll tell you that you aren't allowed to be angry anymore and when you tell them how angry that makes you, they'll arrest you.

Monday, June 9, 2014

The Fate Of Those Born In Dirt

When I end, I will end as a tree ends: as a fire, bleeding out the sunlight from every summer it lived.

So do not judge me yet.

You have only seen, how I begin.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

The Anxiety Inherent In Air

If you must know, this is what I'm scared of. I'm scared that everyone else is more who they are than I am who I am. I think everyone else just looks at the things they feel or think and says "Of course this is what I feel or think, this is who I am."

But I am never sure of what I feel or think.

And I'm scared because I'm holding all the things I could feel or think on a boat that the slightest breeze could tip over and if that happens, I will fall with all of it into the water. I am scared I will be left with nothing and no idea who I am.

I am scared of the wind.

Monday, June 2, 2014

The Pictures From The Camera We Threw Away

Everyone wants to show you pictures of the things you used to do together but all you can do, is wonder why no one’s taking new ones.