Tonight I lied on the floor, in the dark and listened to Radiohead. It was perfect. All the saddest songs in the world played so beautifully that you go numb all the way to the bones.

Kamikaze mission: Aborted.

You seem stuck on repeat, and for that I am sorry…

I learnt that there is not regret in catch and release. I should have known better. And there is no one to blame but myself. Collect the bits and carry on, but nothing hurts more than scar tissue.

1:04:42 AM Sunday, November 28, 2010
1:04:42 AM me: do you have any regrets?
1:05:35 AM s: Totally. But what kind are you talking about specifically?
1:05:50 AM me: anything
1:05:53 AM me: bigger ones
1:06:01 AM s: I’m at the coolest / weirdest dive bar I’ve ever been to
1:06:07 AM m: i’m having a wretched night, and need to make sure someone else on this planet has felt as stupid as i do now. lol
1:06:49 AM s: I have a couple that haunt me decades later. But overall I’ve had a pretty easy sheltered life so it’s nothin too bad
1:07:06 AM me: Funny how those things work…

I want to get on a train with you. And I want sit in one of those spots where the seats face each other, the kind where I can rest my boot clad feet on the seat next you while we look at each other and I’m smiling because your company makes me giddy. We’d bring a bottle of liquor (or wine), it’s not the most romantic, but I don’t care. We would sit across form one another taking pulls off the bottle, watching the countryside pass by, and making random conversation about unimportant things spotted with bits of banter about things that meant something. Maybe I’d move over to the seat next to you to rest my head on your shoulder in repose as drink creeps through my veins just slowly enough to render apprehension useless. I’m not sure where the train would be going, maybe Bruges, but maybe you’d put my hand in yours until we got there.

Discovering global intoxication
A heat in your skin you cannot shake
Falling stars and rising suns
A new day with the memories you take

I get the feeling that it’s all the same
I get the feeling you haven’t changed

It’s cold in here again
You don’t notice at all

Deleting it makes it easier, she told her. She’s right, you know…

Sometimes pretending like words mean nothing more than words is the best way

He told her that he might come visit, to see what life was like, to make some time

I don’t think she believes him at all, you should see the track record

After all, he never did before, excuses piled on more excuses that eventually got swept beneath the rug

Only so much faith you can put in something that never gets off the ground

I know she’d like it to happen, but it seems slightly dubious, better to not get hopes up

He’s afraid she wants more than he’s willing. Stupid boy, doesn’t get it

But I’ve seen a million misconceptions bred from assumption & misunderstanding

She never wanted to take care of anything, in fact, she hates it more than anything

No one really talks face to face anymore these days, it’s so impersonal. I dare you

With eyes that hold a thousand stories
Spending your time where night turns to morning
You’ve got vigor that burns like the sun
and you belong to no one

You’ve got me captivated
You’ve got me so frustrated
You’ve got me up all night
Wont you let me make you mine

Crossing bridges
Collasping the distance
As long as we don’t stop the further we go