when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…

i am my own ghost i am haunted

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…