the seasons have been changing &
i’m not sure why i thought we wouldn’t
succumb to the ways of mother nature
it’s a lot of should have, could have,
would have and not enough
stay with me tonight & we can figure the
rest out in the morning
but this isn’t about the staying or the going
you’re breathing slowly &
i’m drinking more than i should
we’re drifting through a phase of
let me try this without you but
what about the handful of nights i woke up in a
panic because i dreamt of your
name coming out of a mouth
that wasn’t mine
i heard love is supposed to be
a game of tug of war
when really it’s me & our ghost
pulling on an empty rope
because the only type of fight you know
is running until your hands feel innocent again
i crossed the border last night
& i swear that the street lights were talking to me
in a way that would lead me
straight to your house
but i kept telling them you weren't there anymore
that you had a bad habit of
moving wherever the sun looked best
the ground i walk on isn't as strong these days
& i've got to stop dancing to our song in the kitchen alone
i'm sorry that i'm anchored to
the moments you were in love with me
it's just that i think if you would've picked up
the phone that night then i wouldn't have to
keep begging you to come home
everything starts over at the time it began
& i'll wait until december comes again

There is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.
Everything becomes predictable in its own unpredictable way.
It all begins at a point where something comes to an end.

Infinite memories are the only measures of our finite time here.
Dreams are the only weapons that we've got to fight the reality.
Everyone roams with a map, but no one knows the right route.

Whatever seems to be within our reach is still too far from us.
Yet, we write a new story each day, while someone else has already finished our lines for us.
There sure is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.

With eyes like obsidian stones,
She watched the fallen empire from her crumbled throne.
She knew not how much time had passed,
The fallen soldiers decaying all around her.
She waited for her lover to return to her side,
What once had been an oasis, had turned into a prison.
So as the crimson rain poured down on her, she fell to her knees.
Her white robes turned to ash, she prayed to the sky,
She screamed at the gods to send her to oblivion,
For her beloved had forsaken her here,
Choking on the memories of him..
Skin much too pale, lifeless eyes, rigor mortis sets in,
Her soul transcended, from the decaying realm,
Drifting eternally trying to find what was lost..