Were We All Just Meant To Fly?

if you stand there,
the way you are,
with the street lamps shining off your cheekbones...
i can remember why we're here.
and why this moment is all that i have ever waited for.



the blood in my veins for the past few days has been on fire.
with nervous excitement and complete devastation.
fall is coming.
four horsemen with white faces and open mouths, and i have no will, no want to stop it.
i am here to meet your bet, and double it up.
this bloodshed is only just the beginning. and i do mean literally. don't mistake this for nonsense and jibber jabber just overflowing out of my mouth.
i am not a part of this rabble.
but i am standing with an army of dreamers and believers. i am just a single cell of this giant beast.
and we are here to conquer it.

it has been years since i knew this fear. since i knew this feeling of unrest.
the world is collapsing. the buildings are falling and twisting apart, in a dance of steel and wit. in a waltz of love.
and we're all just here to rebuild.
with our good faith and our bodies.

i want to say it out loud,
but i would rather go fishing.
i would much rather stare this monster in the face and scream my independance at the top of my lungs.
and i will have hands to hold.
and i will have clarity. pure euphoria. pure pain. pure bliss.
this moment, this town, this experience -it's ours for the taking.

This Place We Have Loved As Wonderland

tell me if i've already been here.
and just in case we get lost forever
in this love
i brought the breadcrumbs.
i tucked them away in my pockets.
just in case you forgot to bring your half of the loaf.

there is something so delicate, so sacred to us. and more than ignorance, we just keep pressing our eyes to each others.
searchng for a pair of eyes and teeth to compliment our own.
i wonder if when people thought of love when caught up in the younger years -if it meant this.
i think of love. and i wonder if this is it.
i know the bliss. i know that exploding heart syndrome.
but standing here, naked -we're all strangers.

and in the middle of asking each other why we all don't have matching anatomy -we get so close that our hearts, these blood pumping life-giving organs beat in tune.

and caught up in the moment -we make mistakes. we lie. to each other, to ourselves, next to each other. we give it all, ready for the fireworks and explosions, but unprepared for the collapsing buildings.

and those who are, let the cities fall with grace.
i guess the rest -well, the rest get crushed beneath the rubble. trampled underneath the stampeding crowd of onlookers.
and not a one of us is innocent.

but at least -if nothing else...

at least we could hold hands and watch the city burn.
someday. one day...

this will all be worth it.