i can't believe i'm here again.
my angled eyes and smoke breath, beating heart.
but it's different this time,
see, my hearts not good,
but it's not bad either.
it's just that my mind is fucked
by ideas of romance and shaded dreams of writers and smokey sidewalks.
alleys and caves and late night drives to the airport
and the perfect views from apartment windows.
i can't believe my back's not broke
bear this burden
and burn the ashes.
throw it into the fire and bend it.
mold it and shape it and send me on my way.
find a breath in the morning air
and wake up to the morning ashes.
in other news: it's been awhile.
find a comfortable routine and throw a wrench in it.
change your life.
keep your heart beating and your mind racing.
slow it. freeze it. leave it behind.
here's what i'm leaving:
here are some memories:
