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The Terrible Inadequacy Of An Entire Life

All I can do is talk to you while we cook and listen to old jazz records in the kitchen.
All I can do is remember your birthday and our anniversary and the days special things happened.
All I can do is touch your hand lightly when something happens in the movie on the couch.
All I can do, is make love to you, kiss you, grow old with you and then die with you.
But the light in me will still want to touch the light in you and while all of these things are beautiful and good, none of them are that.

It is all, incredibly unfair.

The Patient Spirit Of Forgetfullness

Do you remember when I woke up in that memory?

I remember you, waking up in a memory.

The Dream Of Trees

Everyone forgets how to fall asleep sometimes.

You just put your head on the pillow, and breathe out like you're giving up.

The Nothings We Made From Somethings

You don't know?

We were all told we’d be something and some of us believed it, and we believed it so much, we did nothing, and so we never became anything.

The Instructions

You kick every car with a car alarm.
You let me pick the lock on your heart and write secrets on it.

You put a white porcelain shotgun against my coal black heart and pull the trigger.

The Church Of Broken Things

I want to break the things you're worried about breaking.

Because I want you to see that broken things are nothing to worry about.

The Impressions On Snow

It's can be hard to convince yourself that the things you feel aren't real. But in order to actually interact with the world, sometimes you must act as if you don't feel them, at all.

The Spider Silk

Choose good friends if you want to stop growing old. 
Whenever they see you, no matter how many years it’s been, they will look at your face and say,

“Look at all the things you’ve done.
Look how beautiful you’ve become.”

The Blind Loving The Blind

I'm sorry.

I was looking at you.

I just couldn't see you.

I was staring into the light.

The Stupid Things I Need To Hear

Sometimes people who you like, won’t like you.

That’s ok.

Sometimes, everyone around you will talk about all the incredibly cool things they’re busy doing and you will have very little to talk about yourself.

That’s ok.

Sometimes, you will wake up and you’ll just be sore for no real reason.

That’s ok.

Sometimes, you won’t know what to do and people will say, “I’d kill to have your problems!” and that won’t magically and suddenly stop them from being problems.

That’s ok.

Sometimes, I’m saying it to you because I hope that one day, you’ll be able to say it to me.

That’s ok.