The Caffienated Delirium

If love and logic could coexist, it'd be a very dull world.

The Honesty

So I told you the truth the only way I knew how: with my fingertips tracing syllables and symbols on your skin.

The View

Embraced by nature, I catch myself wondering why the Willow is weeping. Maybe it has seen so much sorrow that it doesn't need a reason anymore.

The Bittersweet Torture of Home Videos

What's there left to do when your memories drive you mad? Move forward.

The Battle

I want to know when feigned indifference became a competition: you pretend you can't hear my name in every love song played through your blown out speakers; I pretend I don't miss the staccato rhythm of your heartbeat playing me to sleep. It's a game no one can win.

The Cement Block Shoes

It's dragging me down, the way you hang on every word I say.

Peter Pan Filled Me With False Hope

Let us define war by the number of army men lost to scampering feet and slights of hand, instead of the echoing silence of whole cities. Let us find wealth in sandboxes, not power struggles. Let us find peace in rock-paper-scissors and eenie-meenie-minie-moe, instead of protests and riot shields. Let us define innocence by what we have, instead of what we've lost.