There's One In All Of Us

I just want to feel like a coin being tossed in the fountain again... to know that someone believes in me enough to make a wish.

True love as an escape route. In a time of war we don't really sleep... we just write.

It's even worse when you catch fragments of whispers... when you're up on the high wire for all of them to watch. Next time I swear I'll be using a net.

Back here on earth, the clouds hang loose off of your skin... as your lashes flutter. Midnight. I find myself calling you just to hear your voice(mail), anymore. It doesn't really matter (and never did) if you pick(ed) up or not... It was only about having some version of you to put me to sleep.

The truth is... once you've disappeared it's really not the big stuff that you regret. It's the small stuff... like not reaching out to those who needed it the most.

Loveless Wrists

The power lines are out... so blow the candles just the same on this town. It's easier to ignore our wishes that way.

Reinventing myself and the world around me. Semi-precious is the new aware. I’d sink to your city streets if I wasn’t buried in her hands. The sun is coming up while I'm coming down. All is fair in this war in my head.

You're already a classic at 26, and I'm more than sure you can spot my jealousy from space.

The (ac)Countdown Has Started

... Prepare for the Streisand Effect.

Once again it's a great afternoon for an air show disaster. When every other evening is just another plot, and we were the best selling authors. In their flashlight we are all stars anyway.

I miss your locket, and the way I felt inside. Secrets best left unsaid...

Good Morning Unshine

Been busy taking the final steps towards becoming the ultimate Black Swan. Holding all of the better times in the bottom of my throat and sleeping off decency.

NYC is a place where the skyline always twinkles and romance lurks around every limestoned corner. This is where brainy, nervous men charm young, naive, beautiful women in grand pre-war apartments. I'm ready for another May-December romance. I'm ready for chains we can believe in.

Arriving Too Late?

When you have nothing... you are what you love, not what loves you.

Never smirk at a ghost who may have made his or her own plans to come back to life. Sometimes your best laid plans were just their best intentions.

The loneliest part of "a year in review" isn't always the last few months.

MyFavoriteScars

She says I'm just like her father... I say she's just like the day I met her.

The truth is that I can't even remember who we are when we're apart anyway. She wears me out... on the town.

Down To Size And Almost Alive

Stole the feathers of hope from the wings of change today. I tried to tie them to a stick in an attempt to sweep it all under the rug. I guess the truth is that this thread only feels worn and frayed these days.

The air in my lungs feels stale again. I wish that I could take it back. The ceiling reminds me of the floor and I'm only sure that I've once again lost my sense of wrong and right.

Traced the cord from the hole in the wall to find out that this has all just been a lesson in charades. In fact, all that is really left of us is the words on pages left unturned.

This whole town is a blur. Running around in circles with the after-taste of girls who need the attention almost as much as me right now.