I can see the glue hole a minuscule thing
Helping me stay dry, I  thought you didn't know I've been drowning
Green trees, green moss, green tent
I miss waking every morning to pad my feet across the moist earth,
Off to search for something each day
Nostalgic, longing, yearning once again
I should've realized this would happen, it always happens
I miss even the prunes my hands became each day from the metal dishes
Japan, Montreal, France, Sri Lanka, Czech, Wales, Toronto, Iran, Mexico
Diverse languages, diverse people
I want to lay on the ***** sand of the lake or throw myself into the poisonous water and delight in your phrases
I don't need to understand them
I like the feeling of being gone, of being surrounded, of being free
But mostly of warm water on a happily drunk body

There's something about turning a photo black and white that changes it
A sad quality suddenly emerges
The photograph interrogates you
Asks you what you long for
Showing my back as I gaze upon the wild sea
What do I dream of? What do I fear?
Is it universal or original? Is there anything truly original?
It's funny the gray area is that between the lines
I've always found gray to be dismal, foggy, but not the truth
Black reveals the mystery and white purifies it
Gray still exists though
Their blended to nothing
I'm envious

Everything is exploration
Mazes underground one thing leading to the next
Bisou Bisou
My tongue marvels at the words
I never realized why it was called a train of thought until the metro connected the places I've been
All about connection
Everything's about connection
The way your hugs match his
Or the city sings the same song
Painters expressing the same feelings
There was rain and sundresses
Different customs, I like yours better
You made me crave age, freedom, the city
Old and new buildings alike
Fancy bars and expensive clothes
A life I've never had
I still marvel at the taste

'Heartache to heartache we stand'
If only that were true
We divide, we fight, we fall
If only we could stand, if only things could last
The people in my life are as fleeting as my thoughts..
They terrorize my psyche just the same  
If all our arms were thick and strong
Maybe then we could stand, like one big line of red rover
However people are broken, arms are weak, and most people are not so keen to touch another if it's anything more than physical
Devoted friends flee, relationships vanish
I'm left wondering if anything ever existed in the first place, if I even exist
I make everything up in my head
Maybe I made myself up too

I felt like a hero
It felt like a journey
Stars blazed a path and we followed like fools
Ignorant of all but our laughter
The howls and cries couldn't bother us now, not here
We were closer than we thought
Under the mighty tree we became one
A clan made from dirt, leaves, and sticks
They clung to our clothes and hid in our nails
Word by word
Connections grew
We were exploding
Lights were suddenly blinding
Judgement time
Dark reveals, light conceals
We didn't pass the test
Perhaps we were villains after all

My body withers with the flowers
I'm convinced I am one
Perhaps I'm a rose, beautiful and deadly
Deceitful temptress, looks aren't everything
Or how about a lily, innocent and naive
Forever trusting, the victim of a child's gleeful hands
Maybe I'm a violet, deep and soul searching
Immersing you in waves of feeling
Ah, it seems it doesn't matter
Dead petals crunch all the same

Drunkenly I play,
Amongst the laughing roses
Hair of violet, eyes maroon
Everything is giddy and everything is gay
Life is like it would have been had I never gone astray
No one led me here you see, I'm afraid I led myself
I fear things may be better had I been kept hidden on a shelf
But I'm not a stuffed toy
And this is not a movie
I'm playing out a part although
Afraid that once again I'll lose me