From room 904 - Rock N' Roll Hyatt - Sunset Strip

Hollywood and Vice. Where I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive. Red carpet affairs for the MTV generation.

MIA vs LA vs it all. They all read/bleed like an itenirary.

Rock bottom wasn't that bad... for me. We'll all have our chance. This thick skin protected my fall from grace. Now who's next? I know the way to make their makeup run.

Beyond blessed is how I'm feeling. Fell right into this coast. Molotov rock tales to follow!

Notes From (LA)TL

I told her that she tries too hard. She responded by telling me that I tried too soft. Girls like that will have you drowning in inevitable silence, like a bathing beauty worth wading for. Her lips looked like a pair of wrists that had never been slit. They'd make you lose your balance and fall like rain just like I did that night.

There is so much humor to be found in the tragic disbelief of "only human." We're all just slapstick hearts playing to an empty room.

Sunday Boring Sunday

I wish there was a quick way to drain every idea out of my head and into a spine. I am more impatient with myself than anyone else could ever be. Got tired of waiting on the ambulance so I picked myself up and dressed the wounds with my own two shaking hands. I find I'm healing at a much faster rate than I ever anticipated... although I have to admit your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder back then.

I'm not sure what this means but tonight I think I'm falling asleep with a smile on my face. Maybe I'm too tired to feel anything but what the sleeping pill wants me to. Things are falling into place again.

I'm Something Else

I only miss you between the breaths... and my lungs haven't been that active lately. My heart has been unloading itself on my mind. When I do sleep, it's filled with visions of being imprisoned without being sentenced. Old West convictions in the form of heartbeats. I can't wait for sundown.

In the end, we all want something else. I'm on trial for words that aren't my own.... a motivation proclamation. My one last wish is to share this summer that I never took for granted... please grant it.

My heart has been beating out morse code because it knows that you aren't too hard headed to listen.

Shooting Stars Are Not Enough

Carolina nights have me thinking of us as an undeveloped strip of film to the light. Above my head. Squinted eyes can't even make sense of it all. Maybe we were just false exposure. Whatever we call it, it has me craving the light. Let's develop.

Thoughts of us are like words on pages that are too complicated to commit to memory. I'll make photocopies of them and swallow them in shreds. This may be the closest that we'll ever get. Catch my eyes through the lens. They don't shatter like they used to.

You're playing hang-man with my head, and tic-tac-toe with my heart. There's something disappointing about the silence.

I swore that I would only change in front of your eyes, now you do the same.

Florence Nightingale and nurses throughout history, fell in love with those who they were protecting and curing. They dreamt big, yet woke up everyday with the same pain.

Maybe God really is just a comedian, playing to an audience that is too afraid to laugh.

There are over a million mysteries that fingertips are dying to solve. From her collarbone, to her flat stomach, to her right hipbone.

Love reacts much like roman candles. A crash test tummy beneath the television glare.

Soft Whispers For Bottom Lip Kisses

I have rocket ship dreams, and backyard wishes for something bigger and better. Dreams the size of the moon.

Finally back. For awhile I forgot that this is real. Yet these feelings have been felt before. When my soul left my body, I'm certain that I looked back at you just to make sure you were okay. You'd never do the same. Your eyes haven't closed, its your heart that's fallen asleep.

Through all the nightmares and anxiety scares, you were my super glue.

I miss the way that you smile like you just remembered something you forgot.

Dear World, Please Make Me Not So Alone

I keep confusing courage with false hope. I've been so hesitant in my ways, as if i was cupids last arrow.

Feeling better as the coasts unfold. Jet setting in an attempt to find my former self... or just one set of honest eyes.

Tokyo has me nearly a day ahead. It's like flying upon second hands, back home just to live/sleep through the same 24. The lights still flash at the same rate though. The way I hoped our heartbeats would someday.

The irony is in the way the truth is lost in the translation. Somehow I know that the phrase "shoot the messenger" runs so much deeper than the semantics. Foriegn eyes lead me home. So appropriate.

Crossing the international date line can drive you to madness. For the record, I am as sorry as I have ever been. The words don't even flow the same lately. Boarding time...

86 My Trust

Mix tapes in the form of graphics. The city lights call to remind me that I'm still alive. At least on the outside. So flick them on and off at will. I'm still searching for pedestrian crossings in the middle of the park. Hopping cabs across the skyline. Don't forget (the/to) change.

To be honest, sometimes I hate consistency. I live my life in the form of notes and scribbles on the back of hands and sides of fingers. Swear to stop falling in love, or whatever they call it... besides, liars turn me on. Just know that I'm not shy... I'm just quiet with confidence.

The night slides in like love notes under broken heartbeats.

I bleed with smiles and solitary 'should do's. Fingers pressed to eyelids; I'm lingering. Heads spin under imaginary gazes of nonexistent opportunities. Leaving fingerprints against your cheek again.

Sober enough to remember how this felt years before our eyes met. One plus one makes none. Two plus two makes through.