Am I...

...still living?

I Never Write Love Songs

I miss talking 'til you fell asleep.
That platonic thing I couldn't help but keep.
My eyes wouldn't close without those words.
So I said them anyway,
Indifferent to whether or not they were heard.
I just dreamt that they were,
Almost every single night.
I just dreamt that we were
Transcending and bending the lines.

Oncoming Storm

So many faces, yet I recognize not a single one;

I hope I don't get lonely with the absence of the sun.

City of Ports

The city was in reflection upon its own streets, slick and weathered; the sky wept at the beauty below, acting as a blanket of grey. I was wrapped up more than ever before, basking in this freeze-frame of a moment, trying not to actually freeze. This surmounted to quite the beautiful night - an end to a beautiful adventure, and the beginning of another.

View from the Road

Lights carpet the earth before us.
Some steady and some moving in chorus.
But they all twinkle in your eyes,
And even more bright.

The sky looks so perfect tonight.

The Curious Case...

"Life can only be understood backward.
It must be lived forward."



In the future your eyes will be granted hindsight.
Your once feeble mind will try to ignite
With wisdom;
To become
A mirror, cracked and broken from this fight.
In the future your eyes will see everything, perfectly.

Aside from the Rest

This stage is different from the rest.
There are no lights to lead the act, nothing to distract;
This stage is mine: the Aside.

You are my most esteemed of guests.
Take your seat and prepare to hear everything clear;
This is the cry of Life:


"Walk with me, but not in front. You will follow, to be blunt, and I will not worry. There is no hurry, no rush, no fuss, only steadiness. Steady forward movement in steady, spontaneous steps: This is what I now represent. Predictability is boring, although warming; I will not fall victim.

"My dictum: You, life, are mine to decide."