i remember you. do you remember me. there's no way to the heart better than awkwardly. in canada on new year's eve. you said you'd never seen someone bleed like i bleed.
Below our heavy sky,. We're swimming in the rain. No lightning makes us pause. No thunder makes us wait. . When I come up from my dive. Please grab on to my legs.
cut from the window pane over my bed. out to the winter trails and where they have led. . *i've seen a few things going by and i still wonder why. it becomes night.
Graceless, falling slipping in the cold. with no one looking,. can anybody see. the whole of your decency under the snow. when you land, when you land.
I'm giving it all away tonight. To the first girl who comes up and says you are alright. We can watch the stars in the same way. For one night and then I'll go away.
you do not worry. you do not try. the winter froze all of your things and you went inside. it's not surprising. no there's no surprise. this cold here is one of the properties of the elements.
I've found a way beyond the dark. Filthy and humble hands strike the spark. From cardboard cones through screen door squares. My pockets of smoke, roll down the stairs.
It's hard to breathe. in foreign bedrooms. When you can't find sleep. You've lost your sleep. . It's coming clean. You don't like dreaming. The way your mind should go alone.
it stopped raining against the windows. in the late days before july. we used our bodies against our reason. as we threw ourselves from in to outside.
the warmth has you taking off your coat. in the darkness behind the greens and gold. there's always things you wish you hadn't done. there's always things you wish you hadn't done.
pray to the simple machines. that do not rely on belief. the softness of steam and of gears. their energy is surely pure. . the kindness of engines is not in you.
Look out, there is danger. Even in the simple word, hello. Hiding in the reeds, you would not believe. Where darkness goes. . Discovery is the warmth of eyes.
There's a fawn with brown eyes. A broken hoof from Brooklyn stars. A summer night. . I dreamt I learned how not to speak. Let go of words. Let go of her to let her be.
the burns of our beginnings are gone in lights like these. orange white, they try to kill the night. get turned on for the streets. we could lay and give into them or pray for a small breeze.
When you wake up on your face on the bedroom carpet. Count back all the ways that you ended up there. You can't remember someone else's story. You can't remember that you don't feel sorry.
Half of all our lives are spent. Encouraged by embarrassment. We hold our heads. And stay asleep and cannot hear. In case nobody called. . We'll follow the prim ones.
the ghost of the ghost. barely exists. but he knows what he knows. and he wants to be sure that you see him. . he was alive. when he slept with the snow.
i got lost in a part of the woods. far from another. cut the line between light and the good. out of color. . when we breathe. we can see the stare. seems you're not quite there.