Tuesday, July 16, 2013

With Heaven Above You There's Hell Over Me

We both stare at the same moon. I stare up at it as it brilliantly glistens off of my eyes, but you're not here to admire it. The warm twilight breeze sifts through my hair as I swing my legs off the porch railing. A lonesome dog howls at the drunken moon, and if it were socially acceptable, I would sing along. These are the nights I tell myself to savor the feeling because I know I'll miss it come winter. When you lean your head back and gaze up at the ember sky, whose face do you see? 

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Pour Me A Heavy Dose Of Atmosphere

I've found that the only way to really feel peace is through sitting in the middle of my country road at night. There's something about 13 million fireflies over an open field and the silhouettes of distant houses as the horizon fades out to black from orange. The road is warm against my back and the stars are revealing themselves. I inhale cool, misty night air. The last time I felt so peaceful was last summer, walking the beach with my cousin. That vacation comes in ten days. Until then, if you need me, I'll be out watching the night turn light blue. 

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Don't, Don't, Don't Wake Me Up, 'Cause Now My Thrill Is Gone

You haven't given him a thought in almost a month, which was also the last time you saw him. A twinge of guilt prods at your subconscious mind as you think to yourself that you don't even want to see him. Maybe it was the dark times you both shared that talking to him reminds you too much of. Or maybe it's how he's just not the same as he was two years ago. Two years of high school can change a lot. But it's more than what you can handle. He speaks to you after a month of silence, and you wonder why you find yourself wishing you were elsewhere. It hurts you to think of letting go, but at the same time simply being friends is too painful. Usually smells or songs trigger bad memories. But this time, it's a friendship. The same friendship that has stayed your one constant over the past ten years. For the first time, you question the only solid and true thing in your life. 

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Last Night, I Fell In Love Without You

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying. Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.

I'm Playing For An Audience Of One

Sometimes I lay on my couch and wish I was wherever you are. Look outside, those fireflies are the twinkle in your eye when you see her face, and not mine. You deserve the best.