Why we are here.
Why our imagination runs wild.
Why we search.
Why we fall.
Why the moon appears every night.
Why the tides come in.
Why the stars shine.
Why there is a burst of colour at sunset and sunrise.

Things that I didn't understand and could never fathom until I met you.

When the sun sets, the colors are bidding the Earth a goodnight.
When the sun rises, the sky breaks in delight to stream over the horizon and touch all parts of the world.
The stars shine to help lost lovers find their home.
First star to the right and then straight on until morning.
The tides come in to kiss the shoreline, who's beauty the ocean can never resist.
The moon always appears in the sky to give its long distance lover the sun a rest, and become a beacon of hope for all inspired insomniacs.
We fall so that we may be caught, either in the soft caring arms of our sweetheart, or by the forgiving and sturdy ground.
We search not to reach a destination or answer, but to stumble across the perfect partner to share the journey with.
Perhaps our imaginations aren't running wild at all.
I am starting to think that they are the prophets for all things possible, but too wonderful to demand.
We are here for a reason, whether we know it yet or not.

I am here to make the world make sense with you,
Star-crossed lovers until the ends of our days.

Lock me away
Inside these steel bars
Where I will fade
The loneliness in my patronizing heart
I can hear the voices in my head telling me to let go
But I told them no
I told them no

I’ve been dressing up ugly lies in pretty words for a little over a year, now. I’m driving around this town with the windows down, blasting music just to drown out every self-deprecating thought but they’re louder than the base & more violent than the drums. I’m cutting into the rhythm with a pounding headache. The heart beat in my forehead is distorting every word. It’s warmer today than it’s been in a while, around here. Everyone is climbing out of their winter skin and burning their feet on black pavement. My eyes are stinging but I’m waving, and we’re smiling. Well, hey, it’s not all completely eradicated. I’m really working on it this time. I’m doing everything in my power not to panic. Counting breaths & skipping over every song that brings me down. I’m focusing on the street signs blurring together in my rear view & reminding myself to forget about you. I’m ripping cigarettes to shreds and burying their remains in my back yard. I’m washing pills down my kitchen sink. I’m silencing my cell phone when your name lights up the screen. Dependence is just old & abused comfort laced in fear. Well I know the swelling in my veins won't go down for a couple more weeks & I know my knees will shake for days to come but I swear to Christ, I’ll walk straight through this summer clinging to nothing but my shell. I swear to Christ, I will shed every inch of this ******* Hell.