i forgot to say. thanks for everything. really. i mean it. and im sorry.

Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.

- Billie Holiday

Set the Fire to the Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths Jobby that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

why can't everyone just let me be happy without having to explain why?

now how about you let me go?

It's funny how we talked about search pages tonight.

You don't believe in them, you said. Cos no matter whose name you put there to search, it leads you back to my page. So it's useless searching for someone else when everything leads you back to me anyway.

Funny. And I hope you're kidding.

sometimes, they come back.

they wait until you are at your weakest and redeem themselves.