it might have been quicker

it might have been easier.

it might have been paved with gold

through arches of sunlight.

it might have taken you home

or granted you freedom.

but how do you know?

you've begun this path.

follow it until there's nothing more to follow.

when i'm jealous

i realize how small i am

if this is a war

then let me lose

i need to be destroyed

to be rebuilt.

while you were reading,

you missed your chance to write.

it may seem strange to think

but there is a person

inside of everyone.

you would not believe

all the things that you have seen

but have never cared

to realize

are we in a storybook somewhere,

or are we our own story?

caus i'd prefer the latter.

it will happen

before you've realized what has happened

the pacific is screaming in my ears
as if it didn't exist
until it divided us.

but maybe someday
the wind will carry your breaths,
and the ocean will carry my tears,

for thousands of miles,
through hundreds of years,

until they meet to form a cloud
smaller than anyone can see,
and float on to eternity.

yes, you should

i miss you...

...when you're here