Tucking My Chin And Walking Into The Storm

The smiles lately have all been real, even if the writing doesn't show it... I'm in love with everything that is broken and sometimes I like it when what's broken is in love with me back. Forever kids are magnets for each other.

I just put the best thing in my life on a flight home. Shaking hands still hold this ugly head upright.

I'm going back to lonely, but only like a cigarette. I'm pretty sure I'm always being smoked somewhere though. Somewhere in this town I'm being placed to all of their mouths just to be put out. It's no secret that my mouth moves faster than my head ever could, and lets not even speak of the words that are at my finger tips. They're never thought through. They just kinda come and come, like the light underneath the door. Real poets speak with their fists, and I'm trying to be remembered.

Hope is the most fragile thing, but it sticks in the back of your head, just like her. It pulses through your legs and can make you run up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I knew I had to meet you in an aisle this Sunday morning. I knew I had to wake up to the biggest eyes that I've ever seen. Although I'm not built for alarm clocks, my everything is built for timelessness.

Narcoleptic fodder... that's what I am. Don't think for a second that I wouldn't be awake for my own downfall... it's just not that easy. Even the doctors are in disbelief. I'm well aware that there is absolutely no insurance for this. Clearly I'll only go broke trying to keep up.

If you looked inside you'd see artifacts that'd proved I once cared much more about all of this... it's just that there is this other world deep inside my head and sleep that feels so much more alive lately.