I splash my face with chilled water,
Hoping the shock will freeze you out of my heart.
I take scalding showers,
To try and burn your touch from my body,
Where I can still feel your hands linger.
I drag the razor along my legs where you once kissed,
Shaving away pieces of you, letting the metal bite into my skin,
Hoping I can bleed you out of my soul.

I am like a sentence
and you're the full stop
No matter how long the sentence is,
it does not complete
without a full stop

You complete me
Full stop

Evening breeze,
Everyone is now at peace,
Your name popped,
My heart suddenly stopped.

I miss you,
I really do,
I force myself to be busy,
But my mind is going crazy.

You're my happiness,
I always forget what is stress,
But now smiles turn to frowns,
Mind cries and heart drowns,

Maybe it's meant to be,
Maybe we're too blinded to see.
I'm the guitar and you're the strings,
Without you i'll be a **useless thing.

I eat well
I sleep well
I **** well
I dream well
I laugh well
I bathe well
I breath well
I live well


so   why    don't     I    feel   well

Listen:
I say today is a beautiful day to exist.
You're existing;
you're waiting for the bus in the heart of San Fransisco.
You're painting a landscape of Penn Valley.
You're selling hashish in Portland.

What a beautiful existence!

I'm washing my sheets,
I'm smoking a cigarette,
I'm reading The Return of the King,
and I'm about to go to work.

Listen:
The cars on the highway are going somewhere.
There are people in those cares who are existing just as gracefully as you and me.
Listen:
They are existing just as harmoniously as you and me.
Listen:
They have no idea what happens to them when they die.


I jumped off a forty foot cliff into the Yuba River a week ago and my last thought before hitting the water was:
'Either I'll live and that will be one hell of a jumping rock or I'll die and be free from ignorance.'

Listen:
I don't want to die, but I'm excited to.
I'm more excited to live and I get to see you tomorrow! I get to hold your tiny hands in mine, a barista and a norcal gardener (if you know what I mean)

Listen:
I love you and I love you and I love you and I didn't lie, I didn't, I told you I'd see you again and here we are two hundred and thirty seven miles away and tomorrow I will see you.

Listen:
Praise automobiles, praise gasoline,
praise hip hop music and praise hashish, I get to see you tomorrow!