The ways of the old won't
let you pass through
the new.

While I fall asleep thinking of you, the butterflies in my stomach are wide awake.
When I wake up thinking about you, all my troubles and worries slip into slumber.
The more I get, the more I want to stay away.
The more I stay away, the more I want.
I try to walk away but my legs don't move,
When my legs move, my heart's still stuck in my moment with you.
The drag of your slightest touch sparks a fire that no one can extinguish,
You have me drowning in the pool of my fantasies.
You stubborn inferno,
You gentle sea.
The power to move my blood at your accord,
Yet not enough to move me away from you.
You're my down fall
You're my strength
And
I hate that I love you

I was born to this world
backwards.
I hold so much love in my heart,
but seldom give it away.
I tuck it beneath my ribcage,
to keep the wolves at bay.

I wake each morning
to the promise of a coming day,
and hold my breath,
as the moon slowly fades away.

I am made of
whiskey & cigarettes,
mixed with
moonlight & moonshine.

I can light up the midnight sky,
or burn down the city lights.

Do you still believe in the 4th of July
Or did you have enough firework nights
To grow reason and fatigue
All the peripheral damage
Cast to the aesthetic of days
Lost in cyclical episodes

Are we the sum of all parts
Or the spacial matter we accept
Sorting about reason and fatigue
Replacing one for the other
To detox the frailty of erosion
Spun in proverbial orbs

Yield to content at your own accord
Catch the dying light of days
As it bows to tomorrow
Is the sun the same
Does the moon change beyond shape
Your paradox thoughts spin
With the rotation of clocks

As empty as you feel when your headphones are on
and no music is playing.
As full  as a heart can be,
full enough to hear its beating like the noice a traffic  light makes,
while you are waiting for it to switch from red to green.
As full as lungs filled with air but still...
you feel like you are not able to breathe.


Longing to pour it all out,
to shout it out loud until your throat hurts
like it does after singing that one song at a karaoke bar.

But your lips remain sealed
and words stuck between thoughts.
Thoughts so loud,
you can't even remember the sound of your voice anymore.

As hopeless as the thick air on that 1st January morining
when you walk down the empty streets,
knowing this isn't a new beginning.
As quiet as the big city life seems
when you are lying ****** on the ground
with the right people around.

As painful as not being able to tell
if you are made out of atoms
or just a concept.
As surreal as feeling alive.

I could be more like milk and honey,
but I'm somewhere between nothing and affection
just like water and oil.

Everything i reach out for,
everything i touch,
becomes water and oil.
Mixed up,
but yet still separate.
Never one.
Not even when you get as close,
as two people can be in this world.
When you are burning holes on each-others
skins and souls.

As messy as hair after world-crashing ***.
As complicated as the ability to understand that emotions
are artificial paradises.
As strong as your longing to puke your brain out.

As hard as not being able to...