I Can See All Of The Stars Are Out Tonight

In a field outside of town. A place where s/laughter... was so close to our hearts.

The bar napkin diaries of Overland Park. Where the real party began in our chests and ended at the feet of heroes we have yet to define.

Side effects from all of the things that I swore I'd never do. Things that rhyme with goodbye, and remind me of regret.

Trying to get a head start on their conclusions. Jumping the gun so to speak, but we both know I won't. Your name is my password. Protected and on the other side of lips.

Rome Didn't Fall... It Was Outsourced

Cain slew Able for acceptance... an attempt for love. We were always the pretty, petty thieves.

I want to live like the lost years of my savior. The 30 years or so that He ran free without narration. Forget-me-not eyes that cry when you leave them... that's where I want to be.

Repeat First Down

Throwing compasses out to sea, hoping you will find me. Wrapping ropes around the clouds hoping that you will climb down.

Television serenades. A room glowing blue. Letting the hands of the clock draw circles around me. Days spent sleeping on mistakes and taking walks on wishes. Thank you for always being my knock on wood.