(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
