In the hustle of the city,
And the beauty of the nature,
The sound I adore can fade away.
But when you take a step apart,
A few deep breaths,
And Lots of grateful thoughts,
the sound of nothingness
Will be all that fills your ears.
I adore these quiet moments.

Beauty is a passing fancy
That can never last a life time.

So just like the trees of Autumn,
You will leave.

It's easy to love a pretty face
And forget about it tomorrow

But when you fall in love With a mind,
Your entire soul will grieve.

Feelings are never made equally,
I love your mind, you loved my body,

So just like the trees of Autumn,
You will leave.

Its like a broken
    stop light Flashing
      red          And    
    blue,           My heart
    won't        make up my
             mind.
       Yes           and no
   Stop.              Go.
      Like            A comet
     coming much too
               fast,
  I can't            wait for it to
  come               crashing in.
   Part of          me is terrified
           of the lasts,

But another can't wait
    for all the new firsts.
          Excruciatingly Terrified,
               Substantially ecstatic.

Storage for things I need but not right now.
Can I put my love there?

It's something I will not put away forever.
I'm proud of the mistakes I've made and the glory of love I've lived and died with.
But there's a time to carry my love with me--right next to me--
And a time to store it in the overhead cabin.

I'm a function of 21st Century pragmatism:
Where you don't have to put love away,
you can travel with it.
As your carry-on.

And as I make this decision
to stow my love away
Three feet above my head
I know one day
someday
My love will be sitting right next to me
as we take to the skies.

I lay down on the floor.

Solid, honest, dependable.
Comforting in the strangest of ways.

The floor is always there
To stop me from falling
To whatever lies beneath.

It's cold and so simple
But it's all that makes me comfortable
It's so real and unimpressive,
It is disguisedly refreshing.

Why is it so
Alluring,
That thing which
I cannot have.

A pain I never want to go away,
It's an expansion of the chest
Extraction of my breath
It feels terrifyingly safe.

Lust is what you all are mistaking,
This is much more like longing
It's a pain I never want to go away
Excruciatingly longing.