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Now Playing: Boredoms - "[Omega]"

Dancing and Skiing Across Your Arms...

I'm an idiot.

Only just now, in the warmth of covers and multiple layers, did I realize that I had in my arms, not 20 minutes ago, something I probably shouldn't have left.

You're making me deleriously happy and I LEFT?!

I should have stayed until the warm came. Until I found a way to make time stop or at least speed up the film of our lives so that the feeling lasts many times as long as the actual experience. I should have stayed...

Realizing that this nice, heated temperature I'm experiencing in my bed is so not significant compared to the feeling I get in your arms that goes far beyond hot or cold.

Its a feeling that can only be described as... 'right.'

It fits, and I shouldn't have left.

Now Playing: Iron & Wine - "Passing Afternoon"

Dear God...

"DEAR GOD"

XTC

I can't believe in...

I don't beileve in...

I won't believe in heaven or hell,
no saints no sinners, no devil as well...
The Pearly Gates, no thorny crown,
you're always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown...
Those lost at see and never found...
And its the same the whole world round.
The hurt I see helps to compound that the
Father, Son and Holy Ghost -
its just somebody's unholy hoax -
and if you're up there you'd perceive
that my heart's here upon my sleeve.
If there's one thing I don't believe in

it's you....

Now Playing: XTC - "Dear God"

The Proposal... Too Forward?

What has happened to me...

I just want to punish what has happened to me...

I can never punish you...

Nothing you have done is wrong...

What has happened to me...

I just want to punish what has happened to me...

I do this to myself...

I'd punish myself if I weren't already doing so...

I'd close my eyes...

But the image of you I tattooed on the inside of my eyelids would just be a lateral move...

When every smile is a reminder...

and every step a step backward...

Headphones don't cover my ears...

They surround and suffocate them...

Now Playing: Stereolab - "New Orthophony"

"We have to be quiet..."

"We... have to be... quiet..."

I'm wearing a mask of feigning ignorance while thoughts flow smooth as creeks in my head. Too bad the two just aren't connected by the weakened threads of sobriety...

Good thing there are no people in the theater of my thoughts because I am running rampant with complaints. I am screaming at the top of my lungs... The lungs at my core...

Tears course like blood from my bruised eyes, ears. Unbeknownst of their own senses, they know what is wrong and how to stop it, but the message... just... gets...

Lost...

----

"HOLY SHEEEEEEEEIT..." *Laughs* "I've fallen."

*Cries*

I'm the third wheel in an 18-wheeler. I can only ask the back of the couch for it's comfort and absorbant qualities to mop up these ridiculous tears.

...

"Who's fucking hand is that?"

Keep sliding on a level plane, brain. Body can't touch it's own face without swimming first.

This is so wrong. This is so necessary.

Now Playing: Six Organs of Admittance - "Procession of Cherry Blossom Spirits"

Yet...

Glass of wine...

Guitar and lute plucking away at memories of a time not quite here yet...

Yet, the candle tangos, bends over backwards on the arm of my vivid imagination. Half here, but also half there, my quivering eyes stumble past your face and into your body.

You know I think you don't even notice...

But I'm as subtle as a door in what I do...

These candles. With so much attention to grab in such a dark room, they give much of it to your eyes. Your teeth. Your laughter...

They somehow illuminate the sound of your breath as it spills out half in comedy and half in lustful remembrance.

The room is now breathing the music. The wine captures the glance of the flame as I take your glass from you and place it. On the table. On the final note. Final keystroke. Final fade...

You hover into me in a room in which all I see is a bent reflection and a quivering dance going on in the sockets of your skull.

Your move.

Your. Move...

This goes down much easier than the wine: you place your lips on my cheek and my hand begins strumming the lute itself.

A resting place for your face awaits its fulfillment as your hair brushes past my arm...

15 seconds ago, I commented on how fast the summer went by. What seemed like days later, I opened my eyes to see a nearly empty glass, two candles burnt to the base, one fleeting from existence, and a smile on my face...

It's been a great summer.

Just not a perfect one, yet.

Outside the Fireplace...

-1-

What caught me today?

The way my spacebar is only corroded on the right side which makes the right side the shiny side.

What do I remember from yesterday?

Hovering above grass. Floating beneath stars and below the radar as they chat amongst themselves and leave me bouncing on the trampoline.

What will get me tomorrow?

The fact that I've traveled the world and seen only a stepped-in reflection of myself.

Arguments and paper plates. Hookah smoke and hesitation. Crummy ankles and confidence.

-2-

"But, hey! Turn up the bass and lets go for a ride. I can't wait to put my hand out the window and push the air back as if to say, "Try me." You don't know the pleasure of letting go of the edge and letting her breath cause you to plummet even faster and not even care..."

Not even after its all over...

"This fatal final fantasy with it's slippery limits disallows holding on for long so don't grasp tighter, just let it slide over you and remember how it felt."

The journey ended before it began. With broken reception and thyroid medication, I couldn't handle a good thing as you took the car and drove off with the door open.

-1 & 2-

What inspired you that night last fall?

A comfy couch. A desirous, roaring flame burning just outside the fireplace on the floor...

"You have been ruined by your own good decisions...
"What is the matter with you?"

I enjoy being parallel to the ground with tunnel vision to the stars. Making "condensation angels" while trying to figure out where I'll drive tomorrow.

Now Playing: Final Fantasy - "Took You Two Years To Win My Heart"