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The Light Of Hidden Tragedies

Sometimes you'll find it hard to find, the difference between diamonds in your hand and broken glass on the freeway.

The Reflection In Shop Windows

If you live in your head for too long, you run the risk of becoming your own secret.

The Dreams On The Line

I chased my dreams until I caught them.

I chased my thoughts until I I stopped thinking.

And I chased my heart until I found you.

The Last Part Of This Sentence Is Still Yours

You still take things from me in the most beautiful way.

You are still the only way I can sleep, when I wake up to tell you, I cannot sleep.

You still make sense in a way that only birds know when they leave winter.

The Future Of Anger Management

One day they'll tell you that you aren't allowed to be angry anymore and when you tell them how angry that makes you, they'll arrest you.

The Fate Of Those Born In Dirt

When I end, I will end as a tree ends: as a fire, bleeding out the sunlight from every summer it lived.

So do not judge me yet.

You have only seen, how I begin.

The Anxiety Inherent In Air

If you must know, this is what I'm scared of. I'm scared that everyone else is more who they are than I am who I am. I think everyone else just looks at the things they feel or think and says "Of course this is what I feel or think, this is who I am."

But I am never sure of what I feel or think.

And I'm scared because I'm holding all the things I could feel or think on a boat that the slightest breeze could tip over and if that happens, I will fall with all of it into the water. I am scared I will be left with nothing and no idea who I am.

I am scared of the wind.

The Pictures From The Camera We Threw Away

Everyone wants to show you pictures of the things you used to do together but all you can do, is wonder why no one’s taking new ones.

The Fire In The Streets

Between the fire and you and your skin, there is no room for light.

And the rocks that survived the heat around me only weighed me down.

But I still put a rock inside my heart so I can remember what it felt like to swim up, from the bottom of a volcano.

The Same River, Twice

Everyone changes so slowly, they don't even know that they have.

And everyone likes to pretend that things are just the same yet they look at you like you could bring something back that’s supposed to already be here.

But home is a time. Not just a place.