The Picture Frame Clutch

No matter how alone we feel while adrift, our heads above the water will always beat a sinking ship.

Better places will serve as a fork in the road from time to time.  It's ok to be amongst the shadows of the beat up buildings, distracted by all of the romance that yesterday once held.

Truth be told, if we all had time machines we'd be crossing paths and re-routing regrets to the extent that we'd never feel a thing.

I die every night dreaming of that day in Weavers Fields... and I come alive with thoughts of you stateside.

Tried To Move On, But Can't Escape This Heart

They built a cell and never molded a key for this feeling in my chest. Locked up behind baby blues, blood red from blank stares. You are the color wheel.

It's 1 in the morning, and almost sunrise next to you. Please dust off, and place away this antique heart. Take me down every now and then... just like a snapshot memory. I'm only proud to have been on your shelf.

Passport veins. Mederma for the scars, and whiskey for the pain. Wristbands from here on out. Meet me in Chicago. We are October.

London's Calling

Am I genetically programed to return to dull pedestrian life?  Please show me something more than this. Exchanging landscapes. The soul can wrap so hard around the heart, enough to crush the best out of us all. Don't let the world turn so slow to make you feel forgotten.

I'm with you daily, in this chest of misunderstanding.... It's as if the wounds relate to a rhythm, enticing scars to hum along.