A starless night, save for the city lights.
Keep the rain to yourself; I prefer to drink my lightning dry.
Have you ever wondered why you keep having that dream? Have you asked?
Perhaps the things we feel we should have been born to do are things we've already done.
Perhaps all you are is a scratch on someone's favorite CD. Haven't you ever thought?
No.
See, I'm the character that always survives in the Greek tragedies of old. You know, the one no one needs to root for. But I tire of watching my friends expire.
The runway lights aren't all that visible from way up here, but I suppose that's alright. I'm good at crash-landing. Surely that counts for something.
The people and their secrets.
Hiding in the light. I cannot stand it.
Why is it that some cannot feel the electricity?
I cannot fathom, I cannot imagine. Why are we not all wired for such things?
Leaving you is like walking across an oyster reef barefoot in ankle deep water.
Yeah, ouch.
I do not want to say goodbye anymore. I do not.
I do not wish to endure the rain alone any longer. I do not.
No.
The only way I even stay sane is by pretending the thunder is your heartbeat, don't you see?
But even so, there is no substitute.
There was only ever one, after all, until I found you. And now, I am beautifully lost and confused.
I scream at the sky, but it does not heed my cries.
Oh, how I ache.
Oh, how I crumble, like some tired temple.
So, finally, I am silent. For, second only to you, silence is my safest place.