When you texted me back
and said you were in the building,
my heart skipped.

I couldn't tell
if it was from relief that you responded,
or anxiety that you were so near.

I knew that if I saw you
I would either break down,
or become too numb to function.

But if I did not,
my mind would think up awful situations,
and send my panic level to the stars.

I can't help but wonder:
if we weren't so close,
would things be different?

I like to think
that if we were further apart,
I would have gone out to find you.

But instead, I stayed where I was.
Hoping you wouldn't pass by,
while at the same time needing to catch a glimpse.

You didn't text again

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                               sun
                         rises can be
                   filled with beauty
                                       but I
                                         fear
                                        they
                                     may              
                                    be  
                       ­           lies                                 a darkness cloaked in an
                                  awe                         ­ inspiring myriad of  light
                                   the              world rarely becomes beautiful
                                    once       it has become covered  in pitch      
                                    but dusk tells the truth you can watch
                                   light fade from the world until all that's left
                                       is a thin line of beautiful light
   That to fades fast but even once its gone your left with countless stars

Water falls
don't trickle
they cascade
but if they trickled the water would still fall

Niagara falls cascades into nothing
A preachers bottle trickles into an orphans mouth

Both are water falling
Both are beautiful

The moral  is
Even if your  not called a waterfall
Doesn't mean you aren't water falling

Music can drown out a hard day at work
Ahhhh but my old friend ***** can drown out my life

The work was done
Everyone knew the plan
And where to meet
We'd cash our checks
Fill our coolers
And head to the woods
Good friends
Warm fire
Cold beer
Life was simple  
Life was perfect

Now all I have is the memories
The friends are around its me that left
The woods are there
But life moved to the house

But not for me
For me life went away
Away from the woods
From my friends
My warm safe fire
And cold sweet beer

Life went away from it all
I went where the wind took me
Now I go were my country wants me

I miss the woods
I miss my friends
I miss my girl cuddled under my arm
I miss the jokes
I miss the smoke

I miss the woods

Lines of red lights stretch back to my life
How I wish  could make the lights yellow
A U-turn is easy
But impossible when there's no one to turn to