(2013)
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant