Smoke's dancing into the lungs that blacken what we call us. The lie blurs what she knows and her violin smile doesn't play now. This is not right, but nothing can be damaging when time holds no relevance.

*djm

Give away attachment in favour of happiness. Attachment to her. Attachment to him. Attachment to things. Attachment to hope, dreams and beliefs. Attachment makes you heavy. Attachment drains you. It holds you just tight enough to let you see the world, but not explore it.

*djm

I watch you. I watch your heart grow heavier with every tear. How many away from goodbye are you now? How could your limbs bare the weight of my indecision any longer? I wonder if your eyes sting from the times you held back your tears so I could have mine. I know each frustrated sigh is followed by a spoon full of doubt to wash down the unbearable feeling of "maybe he will never be what I need".

*djm

She cascaded into me with the feeling of does this change things? With the curiosity of maybe the castles we built were meant to last. Her lips collided into what will become familiar.

*djm

There is no direction or plan. The things I own are an accumulation of the years I've lived. The feelings I have are an accumulation of the pain I've felt. The beliefs I have stem from the minds of others. Sometimes it worries me, but like you, everything is temporary. Now comes the purpose.

*djm

The problem with having so many conflicting thoughts is not that they exist, but that we do not give ourselves the time nor the area for them to take stage. You can't expect your mind to calm by repeating the same steps that caused it to be so loud to begin with.

*djm

Lay me down in your meadows. Sing my song as the winds of my admiration shift your foundations. Chasing forevers isn't impossible when I'm a compass and you're north.

*djm