:: beginning our goodbyes

I'll pull the curtains over your eyes one last time, my dear.
We promise it will be the end.
But in the end, we're never fixed.

Count it twice, count it three times.
We both know what it's going to be.
You'll shut your eyes at ten
and never open them again.

We raises our voices loud enough to hear.
As you reach for the light as it appears.
And I'll whisper softly in your ear:

"Remember me from yesterday and don't forget me in the end.
For although our paths may never cross, we'll be sure to see each other again"

:: it's too short to be a dance

I'll paint you with brilliant colors,
Or perhaps I'll even write you a song.

Perhaps it will be as soft as my whisper,
Or maybe as harsh as my heart.

Rest assured it will be unmistakable.
I am not one to go unnoticed.

:: indecent embrace

Perhaps you can wave my late sentiment,
 And I'll overlook the stains on your dress.
We'll call our sins even, equal to the "t".
 You'll even carry a new indifference.

Why don't we dance a slow dance, tonight?
 Or perhaps that isn't enough for you.
Nevermind the innocent, embrace the indecent,
 And I'll carry your head down to your pillow.

Rip away these walls between us,
 We're not going anywhere but here.
Let's father a twisted sheet memorial,
 Please, kindly leave your morality at the door.

:: my regret

It's a feeling of isolation.
Perhaps a lonely sense of confusion.
Given any particular moment,
I would take your place.

Maybe it's the vow implied from birth,
Or maybe it's the feeling I've had since you left.
Let's call it a sense of guilt, or even regret,
That has brought me to this place to miss you.

Come home to us all.
My brother,
My friend.

:: fractal visions

I'll fill your morning with words that could last a lifetime.
Have you noticed how bright these days have been as of late?
A cup of coffee and a smile on your face,
You're the splitting image of a dream I once had.

We'll make it a walk in the park.
Can we make it snow this time?
Better yet, we'll watch the four seasons.
And every morning it's the same smile.

How do I begin to explain it?
I can only feel it.
I can only breathe it.
I can only hope I'm ready for this.

:: inflight radio frequencies singing the goodbye

It's a brand new day today,
It's the climax of the song.

I closed my eyes tight this morning.
I was waiting for that feeling of freedom and certainty.

My stuff was all in boxes,
My car was full with all the memories I chose to keep,

It's an easy way to make a statement,
But it's not an easy statement to make.

I opened my eyes. I took my keys.

I'm moving away from all of this.
I'm going to find the new me that's awaiting his discovery.

It's the part of the song where it goes quiet now. It's time to say goodbye, dear.

Don't act so surprised.
I told you long ago:

The worst part about us is that there is no happy ending

:: my own predictability

I'm beginning to wonder why I ever questioned myself. I've let go of so much and I'm struggling to find anything worth holding on to from this scrapbook. Every beginning is replaced with the ending everyone knew would happen. Sometimes you just can't feel it until it's real.

There's a confidence that you'll never truly grasp. Don't worry, dear, it's not arrogance anymore. Let's call it a sense of power and authority confined to boundaries that life continues to define.

I can't hold on to this anymore, dear.
I can't fight the growth.
I left [you] miles ago.

Don't you see it?
There's no need to try and understand.

It's my new direction.
It's the point.

[you're] still there.

1. Let's travel the atlantic. Bring your camera and we'll make a new world of memories.
2. Let's drive with no destination in mind. Put a flower in your ear and we'll take a picture.

We know the me that's with [you].
I've found myself without [you].