Frozen with Fear

Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Somewhere in the middle of all that sunbleached darkness you will see the core of your dreams.

Use this to travel far and find your way.

It works for any type of being lost. 

Late Night Coffee

You continue asking why I always leave my keys at home, knowing full well that the door will be locked when I get back there.

The answer couldn't be any more simple; it gives me more time to spend with you. 

Watching the Bridge Rot

Sometimes I tell myself you are around to keep my more... whimsical ideas grounded.
I finally understand that's the only reason you ever approached me.
But you're dreams are all so much more interesting than mine. 

The Battle Plan

You remember more of how the world collapsed upon you than when it helped build you higher into the skies.

Laugh a little more, smile often and all of this will seem more kind. 

The Clouds are Trying to Settle In

There once was a time where you were delighted just by waking up to a room filled with rogue rays of sunlight.

Lately that cheery greeting upsets you enough for you to settle further into the covers with more pillows over your eyes.

For days like that, I hope you remember, I'm always here ready to take your hand and help you up or through. 

Just a Shot in the Dark

Maybe whisky at midnight and coffee at 2 a.m. won't solve any of your problems, but candle light and a creative energy might.

Give it a try and then tell me it did or didn't work. 

West Coast Sunsets

You always were my bet on the painter of the skies out here. I mean, the west coast has always been heavy handed with your favorite colors and the rains never seem to fade away - much like the storms you begged for as you lived so far away from the slightest drop.

Thank you for being such a worldly artist.

Soar

When you were young all you wanted to do was fly. Now that you've got your wings you're afraid to leave the nest.

Go ahead and take a chance, the sky protects all who believe.

Potential to This

And perhaps you and I have more to do here than just existing. Only we won't know until you breath this toxic mess out of your lungs and away from me. 

History Books Always Omit This

There was a time when every word I wrote was meant for one person. It was just a point in time when one person meant more to me than I thought anyone else ever could. Little did I know how wrong I was. As the days passed and more ink was spilled I slowly came to the realization that they were just another person. Once the full force of that hit me though I began to claim that these words are merely the last in my bag and I am going to use them so that you never feel alone again. I decided that I would sit down each day, slice open a new vein and write how I was feeling so that someone when that when you felt that was feeling so that when you felt the same way you felt better because you knew that someone else had felt to same too. Because knowing that is exactly enough for you, sometimes.