Petitioning The Empty Sky.

I don't know where to
Stand. To the left, to the
Right, or maybe in the
Middle?

Indecision at its finest. Lost in a million thoughts that don't mean anything, and I know that. Yet they linger still. Stop it stop it STOP. IT. Quit running circles around yourself, quit doubting everything and anything that comes to pass.


I know this is right. I know it'll work. It's all just patience. Virtue indeed. A tough one to maintain. Along with confidence.

This will work. I can't be wrong this time. Or if I am, let it be gentler than the last. I can't go through that again. It's not the same. It's not.

One more peaceful moment. I don't need the medication though.

I wish I could just...solidify, verify it in my mind. Make it cold fact instead of malleable hope. Like a trampoline indeed.

I'm sorry for being like this. You don't deserve. You deserve so much better. But I really am trying.


On and on and on.

Love A Million Miles Away.

I love you. No matter what fault or blame you may put on yourself, no matter how you may feel...

I love you. Nothing is going to change that.




Come with me, we'll go
Somewhere new, somewhere
Unseen. A place where we don't have to
Worry, a place where no one knows us and we can
live as we please.

Not that place, but a new place, someplace for us both. We'll get there some day, you'll see. And everything will be just right.

Until then, just hold on. I won't let go, even if you do. I'll keep you steady when you're too down and out to care about standing up. I'll be your crutch, your cane, your wall and your shoulder. And an ear, too. Anything and everything, for you.


Just hold on. That's all you have to do. I'm right behind you. And beside you. All at the same time.

I Will Not Fade.

New year, fresh start. At least, that's how it should be.

And yet, I'm left with these same old feelings and insecurities, that same old down-in-the-dumps sensation that seems to never let go, no matter how hopeful and happy things may be.

Hearing your voice, even for that split second, was the last thing I wanted to hear fifteen minutes into the new year. Amazing how easily we can think we forget about something, only to receive the slightest reminder and be shocked right back to Earth.



It's all so pointless though. If I can just be with you, be in your arms, hear your voice...I know I've said it hundred of times already, and I probably say it a hundred more, but I just know once I'm there, everything will fall into place.

I just have to keep pushing until i reach that day, until I don't have to hope, until I can KNOW and FEEL and BE...


The most simplistic verbs create the most intricate sensations. Funny how that works.


Know. Feel. Be. See. Hear. That's all I need. All the nouns, pronouns, adjectives and articles are irrelevant. You and I both know what each of those verbs means. I don't need anything beyond those five words.


I need to get away from this path of mechanical sin, and back towards the way of soft skin. I never have been an empty machine, though I know I got close.

So now, mechanical hand, you were fun for awhile. But now I'm going going going to go and get...

Nah, not that. But I am going to go. I don't need you anymore. I need you like I need all that fashion like I need another bout of paranoia and insecurity. I'm done with all of that. All. Of. It.


New year, fresh start. No hoping that it's going to be better; I know it will be.

Know-Feel-Be-See-Hear.

Just wait and see.