Escaping Together

They warned and scolded us. Watching every move we made. Told us to play nice and behave. We had to listen because they knew better. But we still walked dangerously close to one another. And they gave us a talking to. The first chance we had we began to run. Running as fast as we could. Holding hands. Leaving the lights and noise behind, we ran somewhere only we know. Down deserted paths and tree-lined corridors. Escaping the world with all of its closing doors. Stealing away into the night.

Together.

Then it happened. We were alone. Laying there gasping for breath. Eyes upon each other. Only smiles were to be seen. The beating of our hearts was the only sound.
We saw the window and jumped. We dared when no one else did. We alone are happy.
They'll make a statue because of us. We're not the only ones who want to escape. Others will follow in time. It'll be contagious. Just like your smile.

Hey World...

hey world. thanks.
no. i mean it.
thanks for the sunrise,
thanks for all the highs,
thanks for everyday,
thanks for knowing what to say,
thanks for all of her smiles,
and thanks for living all the while.


Knowing what to say when life is hell is hard enough as it is. But the difficulty arises when she's staring at you and you can't sort out your mind. Rambling along leaves her behind and nothing is solved. In the end you just gotta smile and say thanks that you had even that short while.

I can't decide.

Rule number one, Smile as you walk into the room. 3-Set with an HB, open, transition, DHV, Neg, qualify, isolate, close. Follow the routine. It's a game. If you don't win that's fine, find another set. Play again.

Fuck that.

There is no formula, no guaranteed process. It's all emotion. Hearts and Minds battle with such consistency. Every moment war rages upon every plane of thought. A look or squeeze can sway the tide of battle. Should logic or feelings surge ahead today? I can't decide which side should win.

You tell me to live it out, let emotions take hold, to take a chance. And at the same time I respond that I can't get burned. It's not just me, you have the same issue. The same struggle. One night doesn't change the tide of war, but one smile could win over my mind.

You're scared to make the wrong decision. Who knows what the future holds? All I know is what I want, but I can't ask for that. It could catch me on fire. And I promised myself I won't burn.

After all, even Bonnie and Clyde got what they had coming in the end.
But then my heart fights back, because you said yourself, "We'd make a horrible Bonnie and Clyde". Maybe I can ask after all.

Driving in Circles

Tonight the world glowed orange. Old forgotten streetlights cast an orange light upon the tired snow. I drove through the orange haze which bounced off the snow onto just as equally old and tired and forgotten buildings. A deserted city where shadows danced and twirled with the glow of the orange streetlights. No, not deserted. Asleep.

The city lay sleeping as I drove away from your sleeping form. I left you in bed, mind at ease, relaxed. I drove away wide awake, mind racing, soaring on silver'd wings.

In one swift decision my mind has become a scattered puzzle. Pieces which once fit together were thrown against the lost recesses of my brain. Nothing made sense anymore, yet it all seemed perfect. Beauty in chaos.

As I drove I tried to find the pieces, put my puzzle back into some kind of order. But they kept falling, slipping between my fingers. Only one thing was sure, only one thing made sense. I knew that in a perfect world I wouldn't be driving, lost, in the sleeping city. In a perfect world I would have never left.

Smiles shared in the past few hours are always brought back into mind when I wake up to see you sleeping peacefully beside me. Arms wrapped around pillows aren't good enough.

I wanted to turn back.

Secret Whispers

Sweet dreams are made of these. Nights spent sitting whispering quietly. The radio filling comfortable silences. Drumming with the beat, my fingertips softly against your palm. A rush of conversation followed by gaps of silent smiles. Ignoring the world encased in snow. The masses stopped short by frosty panes of glass. Inside our bubble a look and a touch tell more of a story than any newspaper article. Dark except for the reflections of the streetlights and the green glow of numerals slowly counting the time. And it is here, limited by time, unconfined by smiles, that we have truly slipped the surly bonds of Earth. I hope you are not one to disagree.

I could travel the world and back in one conversation with you.