Nomadic Head

The thing that they'll never tell you about "the other fish in the sea," is that there is a catch limit. You can only fish for a sign of life for so long until the motor gives out. Sooner or later your body becomes just another stranded vessel at 'see.'  These words without her eyes are useless. The same goes for this thing inside my chest.

Who am I kidding? I barely knew my muse. Here's to hoping she'll pull me close on a corner somewhere and remind me that we're all still living in an era that will allow us to beat this.

HeirWaves

I've got a closet full of smiles that I've been trying on. Tore up the floorboards just to retrieve the hope I buried a few years back. Ripped out the thorn in my side, and was amazed to see the ideas flow.

Once again. All of the tiny bright stars are just holes from the people in heaven, peering through, wanting to see what it's like once they're gone.

The best led lives read like a classified ad. Put my heart on sale just to see what would happen... and now I'm back.

Smile one more time for the camera, and the calm before the storm.