Homesick

So many friendships are just false starts in the race towards being accepted. Here we are calling home. As children our parents swore we'd be fine if we would just do our best to fade into the blackout of blank stares. Here's to fast lives on the side of the road. Breakdowns with no tow in sight.

Let's hitchhike for our next great adventure. I'll never regret interstates and honest nights. Trapped in a midwest town where the high road has no parallels to main street.

Caught

This is the summer where empty threats sleep in empty beds. A summer where dreams become over-the-shoulder visions of a world that is nothing more than a jagged scar on the wrist of God. Atlantic waves crashing beyond my window... longing for the unsinkable spirit of Violet Jessop.

Miami nights vs. a golden sunset. Hope is somewhere around here buried in an old shoebox where I left it years ago.

Alibis point fingers as we stuff towels under hotel room doors... because she's supposed to be somewhere else with someone else and so am I.

Sometimes one night stands and fist fights feel the same when it's all said and done. So bring it on, both the morning and the regret. We wouldn't be doing this anyway if we didn't both crave the metallic taste at sunrise. She has a plane. I have Narcolepsy. Both an excuse to disappear.

It’s summertime 27 floors up and the heat waves don't really mean a thing. Been in bed all day sweating this one out with the phone off the hook. The truth will do that to you. Just wait.