Ghosts

i heard a song the other day and i thought of you.......it was about being in love with a memory....how every girl in the county would swear your heart was made of stone.........i wonder if i could have ever chipped away, the master sculptor that i am, and created a heart that could love me.....in my dreams you stand in my doorway and i am always unprepared.....my tongue depraved of wit, my thoughts sluggish and confused........i feel less like myself than i ever have.....

Everytime you say you want me, i look behind me to make sure it's me you're pointing at.

Here

"I've resigned to a life of quiet complacence."

all these pieces that rub against each other, abrasive. i want to smooth them over and create the perfect fit.........i see us as we're not.......i see us as we were......i can't see us here....how we are right now.........poised to strike........bitterness overflowing.........your mediocre appreciation of my existance is alarming........my rage towards your lack of understanding frightens me..........all i wanted was now......but now that we're here, i wish i had yesterday back........sometimes it's like you've thrown open your hearts door and told me to leave, to find a kindred soul who's feet would never touch the ground.......side by side with mine........i'm sleeping on mountain tops in my mind.......the moon low enought to touch or maybe i'm high enough to reach.........buried down deep in my own vitality to keep warm..........

i could never leave.....i'm sewn into every fiber of you.........i would have to tear myself apart inch by inch......but it seems as though you're helping the process along, plucking at the seams.......

i have made a lot of mistakes...........but noticing the light in your eyes was the worst one.

only recently did i realize that the reason you are threaded throughout my daily thoughts is becasue i dream of you.

Snippets

Some lyrics and lines I like that I don't want to forget.

"Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you?"
"We were boxing the stars."
"My heart is yours."
"You can breathe, you can breathe now, you can breathe but the air is running out."
"Where are you now? I'm writing you a symphony of sound. This is my mixed tape for her. It's like I wrote every note with my own fingers."


The pattern of your breath changes everything.

She doesn't want to sell her pet.

It broke my heart.

i stood under the stars and listened to the coyotes howl, unable to tell how close they were.....but the sound was eerie and left me unsettled, but also sympathetic to how lonely it sounded.........it was easy to pretend i was the only person left on earth, the sky an eternal blanket, the coyote's song a lament for all that's been lost...........