Saturday 26 February 2011

Hopeless

Hope is like a fruit.
You put so much effort into planting it into your mind, you water it, help it grow,
and when it finally ripens you cherish it.
 
But if you cherish it for too long it rots, withers and dies, just like everything else.


Alone

And just like that, I lost hope.
My dreams and morals faded, withered and died.
Everything I had once believed in meant nothing.

The sun no longer provided warmth, the moon and starts hid from the night sky.
Eating, drinking, sleeping was no longer necessary.
I became a ghost of myself.
Bound to this world I hated.
All because of you.

Please don't ever leave me alone again.


The Song

Birds sing,
Whales sing,
Even frogs sing.

Take that as your invitation.

Thursday 24 February 2011

I'll Make it Better


Yes. I am jealous...of myself from the past.

Because he had you, and I was stupid enough to let you go.


A Celebration of Years

And in a couple years from now it'll all seem so mundane.
Our picture on the nightstand, that's how we'll know it's real.
We'll wake up every morning and think,

"How could we have ever gone without this?"



Wednesday 23 February 2011

Landlines


You never call anymore...
I mean, you never did in the first place...

Maybe it was too much for me to expect the same courtesy.




The Proposal

Here's how it's going to be from now on:

I'm going to need you unconditionally,
and you...
You just keep doing what you're doing.

Another Rainy Day

It seems like people always have somewhere to be. Our lives are getting in the way of our living.
Days turn into nights, clouds fill the sky, and we get lost.

Let's find each other.



Tuesday 22 February 2011

This is for You

I get this strange feeling of emptiness whenever I think that one day, we might lose touch.
If there's one thing I would want you to know, it's that this world doesn't have to be a horrible place.
This is a haven, there are many others like it where, together, we can honor you for being you.


Insomnia and Blood

I woke up at four o'clock this morning, and proceeded to have a nosebleed a minute later. It may seem like a bad omen to some, but that's how I knew I was going to have a good day.

Monday 21 February 2011

The Great Journey

I don't know who you are. I don't know where you've been, or where you're going.
I'd like to walk with you, if only for a little while, to hear your story, and wish you luck on your way.
Maybe you'll think I'm a nuisance on your journey, maybe you'll realize I'm who you've been looking for all along.