(2014)
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
