If all the snowflakes were candy bars and milkshakes...

The sun comes out; it melts the snow that fell yesterday. Makes you wonder why it bothered.

Come for the week, you can sleep in my bed.
And pass through my life like a dream
through my head. It will be easy.
I’ll make it easy.

for the 12 years I had getting to know you

i am thankful.

I feel guilty for wanting to avoid the sadness, dead people need us to remember them, even if it eats us, even if all we can do is say “I am sorry”, until its as meaningless as air.

hey driver, to to top of the world!

If you’re reading this…congratulations, you’re alive. If that’s not something to smile about, I don’t know what is.

stay, i missed you

Here comes the cold. Break out the winter clothes and find a love to call your own. When it comes to December it's obvious why no one wants to be alone at Christmas time. In the dark, on the phone. You tell me the names of your brothers and your favorite colors. I'm learning you.

i'll follow you into the dark

"I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, a million of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing notion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter."

You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it.