Dear you,

the dreamer who dreams in black and white
takes flight at the sight of your eyes
long roads in an old photographs
take joy in grasping palms
flutter to the beat of fleating drums
The dreamer walks down that still lane
but a picture has a frame
and all it contains is held inside
the dreamer never asks why
he hasn't gotten anywhere
the dreamer who dreams in black and white
can only take flight in his mind
a destination left to find

The mountains block the horizon of your eyes

behind the scenes not even the sun is pretty

actors obtain the perfection of lies

darling, the spotlight's on you

thoughts spill from your porcelain mind

but red curves remain dry

the silence is deafening

unspoken words suffocate the audience

there's no bravo in silence

Accidents

like books old an torn

run the ink like scorn and your eyes

You can't read him if you're blind

Perfection through the lens

can not detect the sin

lying in your bed

someone you've never met

the smell of leather still remains

and you can't weather the change

Somewhere old faces cry

that they couldn't save your life

time meets the end followed by the begining

swaying to a violens song

admist the singing and the wrong

it's tragic not to know

curiousity takes chance

Another chapter toasts its end

swirls out on golden waves

spilling from glass lips

the tinkeling sound like breaking clocks

yellow flash tries to save

another boring plot

"If all our life is but a dream

Fantastic posing greed

Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea

For diamonds do appear to be

Just like broken glass to me

And then she said she can't believe

Genius only comes along

In storms of fabled foreign tongues

Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs

Northern downpour sends its love"

"I missed your skin when you were east

You clicked your heels and wished for me"

"Through playful lips made of yarn

That fragile Capricorn

Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves

I know the world's a broken bone

But melt your headaches, call it home"

PATD

Hush Darling show this Friday. I'm going for Bryce not him. Bryce, my teacher, great friend, my devil's advocate, his best friend. Complication envelopes every moment of my live.

STOP OVER THINKING EVERYTHING KELSEY.

"I never understand these things I feel"

Ben Folds Five

They all keep asking me "Why did you do it?"

My answer can only be that it felt good to know, I don't have to listen. That society can only tell me what to do, but if I'm willing to face the consequences I don't have to follow them. That moment when I realized I am my own person, and I am capable of doing whatever I want, was so enlightening and strong and maybe temporarily blocked out some common sense, but I don't regret it.

The first night I decided nothing was really holding me here was one of the most amazing nights of my life. I didn't leave for a guy. I didn't leave to be some rebel. I left because I needed to know I had a choice. I left because sometimes you need to leave to figure out who you are. I know some people were hurt and I know they won't ever understand, but I can't always base my actions on everyone else's feelings. I don't want to compromise myself for someone's misguided perceptions of how things should be.

"And just in case you were wondering, you're like a sunset to me...You're all kinds of beautiful as you end my day..."

There are small, precious moments I wouldn't give up for the world.

The Kiss

That slow meaningful approach, where his lips just touch yours and hold for the sweetest moment. That kiss that makes your stomach flip and heart pound. It is such a simple gesture holding so much emotion.


That feeling just there.

That I wouldn't give up for anything.