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Promise to do this right. Finally got it back. lovehostage.blogspot.com See you in the new year.

Writers Block

Convinced she is the plot twist that I've been waiting for. Early morning. After a thunderstorm of insecurities I now find myself stomping through puddles of possibility. What a beautiful day to begin breathing. Finally connected with the search lights for my former self. Call off the dogs.

Kicking autumn leaves, and chasing the Brown line to Kimball. Running home like when we were little. When our to-do list was in conflict with the street lights.

More Than My Nervous Habit

It's the way the cursor blinks in anticipation for hours, and the way I stare back in confusion. Inspiration on the back-burner, firing back. Met this girl with cat-like eyes, that glared back with confidence.

I was down for them, and that's when they kicked. I am the weekend. The best release for sleep?.... It's these windows. Is that a drum or my heart beat?

Second (City) Chances

I remember mornings in Galax, holding back screams. Spitting out pills, trying to sleep off my mistakes. Last years ghosts are this years hope.

Got people on my side that held a torch for so long that there was barely a light left to follow. Coming to grips with my reflection. Finally feel at home... and it's been a long time coming. Learned that loyalty comes from above.

Weightless

Chicago and me. It's all fireworks and things I never believed in. My heart beats outside of my chest when I think of our collision, and the way she said, "I've come to bust you out."

For some reason my wounds don't bleed out, they just bruise. I listen for you in the thunder, like a hidden track on my favorite album. You are my overhang in the storm.

I Can't See Where I've Been

I've been sleeping with my heart on crazy. Turn the lights off and dream better thoughts than tomorrow. Wrote down your favorite things to let you know I'm keeping track of the heart-felt talks we've had.

312 is me plus you and other jokes aside. I just want the build up and regret.

The Mysterious Blood Of The Austrailian James Harrison

All of my true friends are astronauts. My head is so full of winter. If you blur your eyes just enough, the streetlights below become a thousand tiny ghosts trying to make their way home. Shooting stars that are firing back.

Looking foward to filling picture frames again. All of this is, and has been adjustment... and my absence comes with a handful of "I'm sorrys."

A trunk full of explanations for my new friends. You know you've lived right when you have to document your past.

Life is what you manage in between the sweat and blood on the long road towards a dream.

Who Shall Play The Role Of Taman Shud?

Flashing the house lights to let you know I'm back from intermission.

Lightning struck, and that lonely whistle from the clouds was nothing more than an echo... chasing the Brown line to Sedgwick.

Empty Chicago bottles just get you caught, might as well stay. Hope at the end of the rope, or was that home?

So I'm Late

They are the truth behind the social worker's heart at the needle exchange. When the paychecks stop they infect you. Let's not break like a fever this year. I am just like you.