All anyone in this life seems to really want is acceptance.
The comfort in knowing someone cares about you and will protect you.
People are fickle, complicated and ephemeral in our lives.
All anyone needs is a friend.
Someone who understands you without words being twisted about.
Because words can be poisonous.
Emotional
                   unstoppable
                                        attached
                                                     capricious and afraid.
Everyone is afraid.
Friends can be family, something more or something less.
But having someone who knows you is all anyone wants.

An unbearable haze hangs above my face,
wraps around my neck and hugs my knees.
This heat that pulses like thick blood,
suffocating and swarming around its victim.
No raw emotion brings upon this torture, no.
Only the bubbling star that awakens the world each morning.
The fiery glow that turns the eyes to darkness,
and leaves nothing but parched dehydration to loiter in your mouth.
Welcome to the desert.

A warm hand holds the world in all of its sadness.
Sins, hypocrisy and deceit come alive as the night falls like a curtain in a theater.
Leaving only darkness.
And yet every new dawn the everlasting light endures.
We wake up and greet the day knowing that we are protected.
We are loved eternally.
We are saved.
And the darkness that surrounds us is not really our home.

Love is patient, love is kind.
Love is to lose your mind.
Sometimes dwindling in its trust,
sometimes overcome with lust.
Love is clever, love is lost,
will the perfect love still pay a cost?
Love has given me warmth, has held my soul,
love has left me with a hole.
In my heart.

And love is indifferent,
because I would do it all over again and again,
for love.

The summer flowers in her hair smelled as sweet as the sun, freedom they rang.
After working all day and night for months she finally had a chance to stop and breathe.
The Oregon trees green and glistening stood tall overhead.
A baby deer playing behind the thick brush.
Her best friend driving her around in his white chevy pick up truck.
He made her breakfast every morning, held her as they fell asleep at night, and smiled when she woke up next to him in the morning.
The perfect summer getaway.
Ambling through old record stores under the Portland skyscrapers.
Getting gelato after lunch in the park.
And then the plane came and it all ended as suddenly as it had began.
But she felt lucky. At least she had this. This to remember as she flew back to greet a different kind of sun.
The Los Angeles, hometown, back to the real world kind of sun.

Arms outstretched.
From fingertips to fingertips.
Separated by evergreens and sand.
Connected by the glimmering orb seen around the Earth.

His smile.
The way he holds you close.
His eyes watching you from so far away.
Distance is nothing but numbers on a meter stick.

I hate long distance relationships.
But I love you.

Wake up, work, repeat.
Welcome to the world.
Wake up, work, repeat.
Enjoy your stay.

Eat breakfast, eat lunch, eat dinner.
Traffic will be the death of me.
Eat breakfast, eat lunch, eat dinner.
Paperwork causes paper cuts.

Sleep, exhaustion, repeat.
Tomorrow is just another day.
Sleep, exhaustion, repeat.
I'm calling in sick...