Writing and Dreaming and Reading...

Have you done it? Have you done it before?

How do you feel now?

All I want to do right now is fill up reams and reams of paper with

drawings of hearts and words of resistance.

Flames of...

One for darkness, one for light.

Incoming addiction.

Fabulous fascination.

Fucking fantastic.

Electric blue. Powder blue.

Darn hearts and stockings.

You tweeter!

And suddenly the air was still. And the only things you can hear is white noise.

I'm addicted to your presence.

To light, to evanescence.

Wit, whets the appetite of life.

Sugar, all you need is spice.

Why bother when you only like mice?

People say that.

Do you hear what the people say?

Purple and pink on my guitar.

String of doves and paper hearts.

Reaching out blindly for a connection.

Bleeding paper hearts.

Physics, the rules of being.

On making your own cake and eating it,
"Can you eat a little more? My tummy is full and I can't take it."

On making your own bed and sleeping in it: Bliss.

There was a monkey. Then there wasn't one.

The surpression creates oppression making it depressed.

All my eyes want to do is close. But all I want to do is see.

Ten minutes away from here is heaven.

Everytime I look at the sky at night I see Orion.

Lyrics are poetry. And poetry is awesome.

I didn't feel like it for the longest time.

Stop popping.

I'm hungry.

Broken, bleeding hearts. I kiss, you close and heal.

There is always tomorrow.

You and me = Infinity?

Time shifts and changes. Time warps.

Creative ways to do bad things.

Collective bad habits. Assortments. Like a candy shop.

Rivets on the walls and shadows. Shifting imperceptibly.


Genuflect.

Your scent is in the air. I want to catch it.

I always feel like Hellogoodbye.

Dust motes under sunshine. Like glitter fairies in the air.

Times of innocence never lasts.

It's so clever of them.

I'm sorry, I self indulge.

Delusional.

The terrible weight of sadness creates the gloom.

The irony. It's going to rain, and there is no water in this city.

I love the sounds, electronic.

Malady of the soul. Thus mooning.

I was writing the whole morning.

Drawing swirls in the air.

Shame has no place in my starlight.

The beats of the drum remind me of the beating of your heart.

It's crushing, your voice and your emotions. It's hopeless but so beautiful.

Lethargy.

My heart stops every time.

There is no rhyme and reason.

It's so wrong but it feels so right.

Look at the other angles. Tilt your head, it's alright to look different because the view is amazing.

I'm so distracted by my own thoughts and musings.

Frustration!

Constellation.

Grey sky mornings.

Who is the intruder now?

I'm tired of waiting. Too tired to move.

Your life is a mystery to me. My life is the same to you.

I wonder how long this is going to be.

Walking with music. Is all I need.