sweet thing, i watch you burn so fast it scares me.

I’m home.
Suddenly, I just know I’m home.

Oh how you drive me truly insane
In the best kind of way though.
Oh how you drive me truly insane
In the best kind of way though.
Oh how you drive me truly insane
In the best kind of way though.
Oh how you drive me truly insane
In the best kind of way though.

Oh how you drive me truly insane

In the best kind of way though.

The kind where you can’t remember where, when or how you first met. And it doesn’t matter. What matters is whatever this is, right here, right now.

That’s always how it is-
I know I should be focusing on so many things
But my mind is endlessly fixated on just one person.

The realization that you’ve spent so long chasing the end of a rainbow
And you continue
In spite of it leaving you clutching nothing but a fistful of wind.

Morningrise

When we camp, we have our priorities set.

In sea water, more than a few feet deep, blood is green. 

Water filters the light from above, seeming to consume the colours of the spectrum shade by shade. 

Red is the first to succumb, to disappear. Green lasts longer. But then, bellow 100 feet, green too disappears, leaving blue. 

In the twilight depths, 180-200 feet and beyond, blood looks black. 

As the years have gone by, I’ve found that I talk to myself more and more and more. 

Progress or regress?