sometimes little things
can be big things
wearing a short sleeved shirt
can be a big thing

when the first fire started to die,
man did not know how to save it.
if they touched it it burned them,
so it's heat and it's light
faded away.

i feel the way that dying flame felt:
helpless,
flickering out of existence
those around powerless to save me
without being burned.

love is easy to fake,
easy to confuse with adrenaline
you had no heart to break,
and i was just a slave to serotonin.
fluorescent street lights
made your eyes shine so bright.
for once in my life
i wasn't terrified of the night.

the world looks different
not better
not worse

when you open your eyes wide
and stop trying to piece together
your life between eyelashes

it's not good
it's not bad
it's just real


for the first time i can see you
the way you are
i can see what i tried to hide from myself

i was scared
now i know
you look...
different

planets will spin in circles,
waves will crash upon rocks,
lights will cross the sky,
with or without me.

rain will fall and vapor will rise,
stars will collapse and explode,
evergreens will live and die,
with or without me.

worlds will turn,
matter will remain,
life will go on,
with or without me.