before tonight- I hadn't seen the stars in three months
and now. it's so amazingly beautiful.

peeling the label off of another generic beer. tasting midnight
and nearly grasping forever- but losing it in the smoke
watching the water rushing by. this is what life is
a mirage/ a river running dry. and not a worry in the world

-
like those 3am memories. flashing by like an 80's film
view slightly distorted- but just enough color to matter
pick up lines and broken dreams. at the diner on highway 60
with a cheap motel and a half smoked cigarette
trying to find reality is impossible.

pixilated intentions. and goodbye's can shatter the silence
a broken dream is cliche- and a teardrop from the heavens is heartbreaking
sometimes. just sometimes/ it's all too much.


-standing at the edge. the water is frighteningly fast below
and it's go-time. now or never in the past tense. what should've been
isn't

take a step or live.

it's those pin.pricked dreams. laced in meloncholy denial
that makes goodbye so hard.
and I've never been one for a tear stained parting
with one foot on the crest of a tongue tied melodrama
and the other breaking the plane of what can be
I can see beauty- but I can't touch it
not yet

wash away the past.
and listen to the last words. crush the silence


from farewell to adieu.
this is nowhere near the end.