She's In Every Relevant Acronym

Tides will come and go like the air in our lungs. You weren't mine to begin with... to end with. Though you are thought of every day. I write these words for you, in hopes that you might remember me, and that we'll never be the expanding difference between two points.

Sometimes I touch the book that you borrowed from me... looking for echoes of your finger tips. You taught me what this feels like. You showed me who I was, and then who I wasn't.

To all of the other planets, we live on a star. They look up and wish upon you and me. Even after the entire world has taken this apart, I swear I will forever write so that there will still be a part of me... left for just for you.

My Apologies to Coincidence

Caught up in thoughts of space. The way that although faint, somewhere in Neal Armstrong's head there must have been the idea of staying behind on the moon. Forever a star-crossed fugitive. Bursting out of the worlds mise-en-scene... waiting for the air to run out. That's what we are all doing down here anyway. Why not have the better view?

Longing to be between the lines of the highway again. Long live the single file life.  Sometimes love grows legs only so it can run away. For the rest of the year let's hold hands... not grudges.

The Amygdala Sessions

Trust fall out of bed. Switch off the stars so the darkness will match the mood. Go back to sleep Ryan. Ghosts are just the people you once loved... alive inside of you. Maybe next time you won't wait until the finish line to show it.

"All of that filthy empathy... for the way we're feeling"...

I guess this is the point that I come clean. The part where I admit to you that I am nothing more than a heart. Born and raised in captivity... this body is my cage.

She will forever remind me of the way that something can be so beautiful to the point that it feels like sadness. The one I would take a bullet for, became the one behind the trigger.