I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days