Our Own Aphelion

Weighed down in Gramercy Park. Thoughts slowing to a single anchored feeling. Sometimes home is just an idea, not a place.

Before we met I wasn't sure how my mind worked, or if it really did anymore. I used to sleep on my heart in hopes it would just go numb. For some reason you feel like something on display out of reach. Something that has finally been brought down for me to touch. Someone too fragile for these shaking, clumsy hands.

The black clouds overhead will ultimately provide showers. So lets be the trail of gasoline, taunting the lit match.

She Is Every Reason (for) Airports

Your laugh broke my chest open like a fortune. The child-like wonder in your smile made me feel like I was holding the world inside the palm of my hand... all the while I watched you from across the crowd, wondering what it would be like to hold yours. Pretty sure I didn't touch the ground that night.

There will forever be dreams on the tips of my fingers that include tracing the outline of your head on the pillowcase next to mine..

I am nothing more than intrigued by the silent uproar of feeling undone.