I Wrote This For You

I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.

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 somethi...

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...

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. ...

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 ...

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...

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