Extended by the hand of Eddison
Our days.
Whether or not they are spent  living
Or just  spending their livings- into
What ever  makes them happy
and Im happy
For them.

Lights hale in a purple glow
I laid alive on the floor
Trying hard to let it all go
the way
You used to float
on a beautiful wind
Your feet touched the air
that touched my skin
I wanted to hold you close
as if that was all I had
You nearly synched into my world
You made it turn to plaid.

this is the golden tangent
slipping in the sinister land of
everything you ever landed
on the wings of our entire planet

left behind with every man who commands it
to live and breathe because of zed dog
look into the symbolistic meaning of z being the  breathing
i live to end the simple dancing  
necromancy of what is a tangent
before necromance this,  ungrateful
and dried out planet
sympathy
and all that you gave it
has nothing lost in the pavement
i have nothing ever long in things
that is what i am in this whorld
not just to me
not just to you
i have everything that is left to have

this piece of sky
folding inwards
eat my favorite eye
in between yours

i am driving into the clouds running away from me
chasing always leading to the sunsets i remember
being there in the patient virtue of your hating
and what it have me the right to see hindsight in
I'm not a patient to this believing of all that is saving

I'm not a  blatant worry to society
all those things are hidden here
in this hideaway drawer that you left open
bang your knee and remember the contents, and how they are broken.

leave this world like a patient embalming emblem
letting you patiently open the whorl pool of patient
what is the payment and grace of the spoken
for the hindsight of all those things that are left broken

so this is the river flooding over the burning bridge
this is the island , that is underwater,  thanking the ice caps for growing
this is the row boat is which you gave birth to a baby, that  someone is borrowing
this is the patience of all those that are  waiting for you to get better
this is the road home


lets try this pipe and hope it goes to your favorite level
let the mushrooms that grant you breathe of fire, become flowers that are shinning even in the daytime.

Thirty five thousand feet
and souring just as high
Leaving being all i know
Easier to do every time
Crushing pressure
Holding my ears down
Holding my breath in
Trying to sleep to pass the time
and wishing  i was sitting next to my smile

Millions of people
With a million reflections
Standing where your feet were
Heading in their own directions
I saw the street as it is now,
and how it was in the middle
Of me and you
Separating the whole room
Since this worlds made for two
With only our favorite colors, and blue
Subsequently just for  me and just for  you

This night sounds as good
As certainty ever could
Giving waves of happen stance

I'm isolating that smile
Ill let it hang around like smoke
Let it last as long as it wants