she loves

she loves.

she...

...loves, she loves

she loves, she loves, she loves.

paradise and a moment from now are almost the same place.

paradise is probably a few measures of distance to the left though.

Poor lines on the street never get to have much fun, though they

enjoy the rain. warm, cold, lovely february rain. and I speak, being born in april.

losing

losing grip, my fingers slide over the surface. surrounding, abounding, yet losing grip.

still, sweet, 's wonderful how you smile, and I could never be happier for you

fine.  fine.

Know that I am here for you, as long as your here to have me here for you.

I wanna be your world.  but unfortunately, this has nothing to do with you. I want to be you.

Maybe, if you were treated as more than a luxury, maybe.

sorry.  sorry.

my bad.

old post made new

cell for solitary 

confinement in the library

time traveling/

fossilized/ 

pants

o-o <- that is a barbell and I don't like titles sometimes

that just feels like 

going down the drain

and wishful thinking turned into a

lost center of I wished you here and now my

finger is in the wall but I'm on the other side and I 

am drowning here while you paint the levee red.

there isn't just 

and maybe if

that was pretty definite, though.  see it

going down the drain.

you...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFoFR1BYpLA

there was something

There was something I meant to say.

Then my voice began talking.  

Then words were formed as if they were intended.

Then intentions were formed as if they were meant.

Their mentions became something.

Then you listened