i am certain

that it is a dangerous thing

to be certain.

sometimes...the exit is all you have

stop.

right now.

good.

we're making progress.

when the sunlight hits my back,

I like to think that all its rays

are giving me a little push.

all i need

is for you to show me

that there is a heart that's still alive

in this place.

even though you're hundreds of miles away,

and you have countless closer friends,

you're the closest thing to a best friend that I have.

thank you.

touch, barely, with the tips of your fingers

and you'll push away what you meant to keep.

grasp, withholding no speck of fear within your body

and you will always catch what you're reaching for.

just be ready to fall.

you can't stop the bullets

unless you stop firing, yourself.

strawberry poppyseeds

lemon-grit toes

shoe-shine sasparilla

you and me.

the most different of things

can sometimes sound great together.

you can either be a hero or a lover

divide yourself for many or give yourself wholly to one.

you cannot give a part of yourself to someone who gives freely of their whole self.

The Pheonix Dies Last

if this fire inside consumes me

and i become nothing more than ashes

then i will be honored

to feed the earth.

this is life