Schopenhauer's Dichotomy

Did we mix last nights drinks with danger? Why am I experiencing an aftertaste of explosion and question marks? I remember that she smelled like midnight on St. Mark's Place, and gave me an overwhelming feeling that this morning would be nothing more than another sticky obligation. Just swear to meet me at the barricades.

Shaking Like The End Of The World

I got lost in her smile. Stood up and fell down. It's all black and white... and blue. Sought the heated flame with sunken eyes. Why can't I feel anything without you?

Headaches the size of my heart, but without the same intent. A movie without an ending. That's us... and I'm tired of writing you in and out of character. Love got erased, and now I find myself sitting in the back row watching previews.... screaming at the screen "something move me."

This place we're in is not home and I miss who we were. Everything has changed. Same rowdy friends. Same obnoxious regrets. Maybe next year I'll turn over that new leaf they're all raving about. Until then it's just me putting off chores and chasing Kerouac. Promise to disguise your innocence and run away with me one last time.

Lower Chelsea

I could have sworn that I died last night in my own sleep. It felt so real. The pain, the hurt, the "I'd do it again." Every single piece graced my heartbeat as we sped towards the sunlight... breaking through the blinds mid-afternoon.

The bathroom mirror is fogged over with my mistakes. Lets slip and fall once again, and put the blame on the tile... last breaths as smoke signals. Our heartbeats as wild fires burning up the opposite coast.

I am a malfunction of heart, hope, and forever.

"I didn't want to wake you up.... but I really want to show you something..."

You Better Look Out For Love

Growing up alone in your own imagination is nothing more than alright. I will forever be the lonely kid with a crown chasing wild things.

Inside all of us is hope... and imagination. Every single one of us should always be Where The Wild Things Are..... this book gave me life.

The "Voynich Manuscript" Of Love

Every now and then our souls become bears. Unaware of the change, we hibernate through fear... only to wake up next to the difference.

A calendar apart from something better, as we build pillars around those we truly believed in.