By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you'll be happy

The sun is gettin high... we're moving on.

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 19:44:14 -0800

Step two is complete.

Meaning Im in Step three.

That one is a doozy. This one, I mean. Its hard to explain what I have to do because I even dont understand. Its sort of like just doing what Ive been doing but more impulsive, but more thought out...?

Step two was about learning how to be brave but be smart. Step three is about implication. If that makes sense.

So what Klondike said is that I should be who I am, think what I think, and say what I say and say screw it to the rest. I have no obligation to anyone or anything.

Oh man. This one is hard.

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Title? Violence

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 01:19:43 -0800

I wrote this a long time ago. Perhaps three months ago, in my journal of seekrits. No one is supposed to see it, but I think it would be a decent time to show my thoughts at this time. I was listening to a lot of music, so there are those influences in here... about half of this are lines of songs, so dont be shocked if you recognize any of it.

Note as well the disorganization. However cool I may have played it, I was thinking like this during the time.

I figured it would be informative if anything. Entertaining, hopefully.

******************

Im outside on your doorstep
In a worn out suit and tie.
I'll wait, for you to come down
where youll find me
Where we'll shine.

Its so good
You look so strong
In my picture on the mantle
But you look scared
Hollow eyed
When are you coming back?

In the hole, a broken hole
Of fine firey burning ashes
filled with snakes and
One
Moth.
Your injuries are mortal wounds
but the only thing killing you
"Was it your mistake?"

Its safe now,
So come on down.

I didnt hate those who I killed
But they are all dead now.

back where I belong
Take me back where I belong
You swear thats its safe here
There is nothing to fear at all.

***

if I needed you
would you come to me?
and ease my pain

If you needed me
I would come to you
Id swim the seas
to ease your pain

You will miss sunrise
If you close your eyes
and that would break
my heart in two.

I heard that you were home again
but you dont look like youre back to me
A point I can not see

I cant get to sleep
I think about the implications
of diving in too deep
and possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know it will be alright
Perhaps its just imagination

Day after day
It reappears
Night after night
My heartbeat shows the fear

Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
only brings exasperation
Its time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there's pretty lights
At least no variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

Come back another day

She smiled in a big way
Like a girl like that smiles
When the world is hers

And she held your eyes
Out in the breezeway
Down by the shore
In the lazy summer

And she pulled you in
And she bit your lip
And she made you hurt

She looked into deep into you
as you laid together
Quiet in the grass
But youve already lost

Youve already lost

When you only have
barely enough
to hang on.

And she combed your hair
and she kissed your teeth
and she made you better
than youve been before

And she talked of bad things
You wished you could change
And the lazy summer

And she told you laughin
down to the core
so she would not cry
as she lays in your lap

And she says
No on can live forever
As they lie in the grass

But youve already lost.

Youve already lost.

When you only have
barely enough
to hang on.

She said
No on is alone
The way you are alone
And you held her looser
than you would of
if you ever would have known:

somethings tie your life together
slender threads and things together
Days like that should last
and last and last.

But youve already lost.

When you only have
barely enough
of her to hang on.

hang on.
hang on.

***

out on the wall the sounds of banging
is constantly coming from your head
The desperate the calls came
Wanna wring your neck.

Open your mouth
Sounds of breathing
Found it spilling from
Your face

Count off
This old
Fallen off
Our swords
Tonight.

Hand out the window
Floatin on air
Just a flick of the wrist
and Im waving you goodbye

Its yet to be determined
But the air is thick
And my hope is feeling warm
Im missing home

And Im glad youre not apart of this
There is parts of me that will
be missed

The phone is always dead to me
So I cant tell you the temperature is dropping
And it feels like
Its colder than it ought to be in march

And thats a day or two ahead of me
Until Ill be in your arms again

***

When I see your smile
Tears roll down my face
I cant replace

And now when Im strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and
it breaks through my soul
And I know Ill find

deep inside me I can be the one
I will never let you fall
I will stand up for you forever

Ill be there for you through it all
Even though saving you
keeps me from heaven

and seasons are changing
and waves are crashing
and stars are falling
just for us.

I will never let you fall

Cause your my
my
My true love
My whole heart
Please dont throw that away

Because Im here
For you
Please dont walk away
And please tell me youll stay

...stay

I know ill be okay
Though my scars are turning grey.

***

Im screaming from my window
Like your the streetglow
Im waiting

Cant we just lay on my roof
And watch the stars above?

You will be mine once again

Second day hurts more than the first one
I cant pretend anymore
The nights are feeling so long
And Im so alone.

I cant believe this
I wont believe this
The seconds are beating
You had me waiting.

And were drowning you out
Those soft affections
If everything was up to me
Id be gone by the first light

The first sign of hope Id be packed up
And out of your way

But time has spread so thin
And its just hours til the day begins
The things that are keeping you here
Are not keeping me here

the things keeping you here
are keeping me away
Youll be sorry
Isnt that what theyll say?

Pacific sun.
You should have warned us
It gets so cold here
And the night could freeze before us
instead of fire

We are
We are intrigued.
We are invisible.

Oh how you have shouted
How we screamed
Take notice
Take interest
Take me with you

but all our fears
Fall onto tears tonight

They burnt the road
They made to meet us tonight

We are closing up good
Thats good and tight.

Im trying to live.

***

Listen close

As the wind falls down

to the ground

Lets go
With our

We are destined to fail.

And now
We are

We are destined to fail.

there is a problem here
With all society.
The absence of my tears
is my sobriety

Im not broken
Chime me through with your arms

Persecuting me
I am the revelry
For your insecurity.

Am I the only one who realizes
That people
Im not broken
Cut me through with your arms
Lean me with your words
So that you will listen

Let your light shine through me
Take this hate I cant release
Misery loves its company.

***

Im not the one that you want
Ill only let you down
and Im pretty sure
youve caught on

You can say no
Im just sayin
Sorry for my...

I think its every time
I look into a vein
The sound is so sudden
I seem to hear
Your tears

It comes to sayin
That you are
The wine under ice.

How long can you hang on to a world?
Im not the one that you want
I only let you down
And Im pretty sure youve caught on.

You can say that Im
Im just feelin
sorry for myself.

But maybe its all just you
In a love figuring good intentions
That youre just begging me for more

this is more than I can say
Youre head is full of words
Full of cracks that dont mean anything

How long could you hang onto a word?

Im not the one that you want
Ill always let you down
And Im pretty sure youve caught on

You can say that Im
Im just feelin sorry
For myself.

Im not.
Im not.
Nothing.

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QotD: Holidays: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:47:42 -0800

What's your favorite thing about the holidays? Least favorite?

My favorite would have to be seeing others stretch further to make other lives better. The worst is that it takes a commercial holiday with hyped up and most likely false religious connotations to do that.

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Two parts make no hole.

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:44:58 -0800

Quit bitching and do something. It was said to me regardless of the action intended. Whether a knife on the arm or to the neck but it was all the same in the valley of the dead but I thought it was a street no see I learned nothing from the street, the burning haze of molten tar burning through my shoes, but there was plenty of life in the valley to absorb. In a world of crazies and drunks I turn out to be the one most sane, most sober, and all around going crazy because everyone thinks I am. Why is this about you? It was never about me. Like to you how I became a symbol of pain and monstrosity I am a symbol unto myself- working the ins and outs of another being far from myself. As I stop hurting myself I noticed others would do it for me. They would torture themselves as I did, but they only would start as I stopped. Maybe it was a correlation error but who knows, I noticed it quickly. Imagine being a totem pole of self mutilation and destruction and all who walks by and thinks it beautiful- understanding at first being a mighty pole of unthinkable greatness and beauty- bend down and kneel, thinking their sins are burning into my flesh, not theirs. Now when the totem falls and a new one stands erect- a one of effort, not worth- the pain is a real existence again.

Why are you picking on faith? Faith? There is no faith. There is obedience. There is the will to do what others want. I could never understand how I acted. How I act persay well you were quite a tool but that is beside all of that. What I wanted in someone was the simple uniqueness to brighten my day and the happiness with themselves to not need me it is kind of hard to find someone different isn't it? Yes of course, so I jumped the gun as it pointed at me, hoping that the latter was just blocked by some sort of immaturity.

So you wouldn't do it again? Nobody has asked me. Now if I were givin that oppurtunity, most certainly not. But I think I was anyways. I think there is some sort of circle out there turning and wheeling in an effort to tip the scales. Its hard to just think up an answer. It is easy to dream. You've been dreaming for years absolutely not. I've been living. I've been dreaming before and after that. I imagined pain as a worthwhile thing for the ultimate pleasures of love and comfort but reality is that sometimes it just is not. Sometimes it is. Sometimes only one person understands that while the other one runs away. Funny the cycles we rotate.

You're just caught up in yourself. Probably, but I don't mind. I have a lot of self worth than most people. Better put, I'm stable in my own self. I talk about it because nobody seems to really listen. I can't dote like I'd want to I don't believe. It isn't manly. It is apparently pitiful. Blaming myself isn't really as heroic as I thought, but it is such a deep dark habit that it doesn't matter anymore. Its a vice and a virtue but I think about nothing more than two things Yourself and how you affect others How I look and how they feel.

People complain just way too much. They need to stop. I knew I did it a lot as well and probably still do. I'm tired of hearing how bad someone's life is- how one person said this so now the other person is afraid to say that. You can not be the great downfall of others, but you can not be the downfall of yourself either.

Words are just words, noise is just noise- but what matters is what you think when those words and noises pass through your brain. Nothing can be held by their words, but as a thought... nobody can be blamed but yourself. So that is not the human way.

I'm tired. I don't seem to care enough to just say what I mean. Its not a battle I want to win and not one I see myself losing. Its hard, you know, to just be genuine with someone, when every time you let yourself free- all your wants needs and beliefs being the person you truly are- and all you get is a breakup or angry words and then more of those because now you are angry. You are hurt. You can't believe that you let it happen again.

You let it happen. You watched it, you idiot. You damned fucking idiot. I want to vow I won't be that stupid again. But I know how that felt when it mattered most. I was just scared, see? I wish you could see that. I was scared and angry. I wanted to be happy but had no idea where to go with that.

I'd do so many awful things, good things, and neutral things, just for an understanding.

Nobody wants to be a symbol. THAT guy.

A simple parting of the words leaves two halves of a whole split together to make nothing but dust and confusion. Now there is a story for your kids. The time of your life.

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A**** in wonderland

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:58:42 -0800

A grin in the dark with promised ambiguity smells fear of other people's thoughts. Much like the ambiguous speech so blatantly and hypocritically laid out for you here. I suppose its a matter of thinking- of what the world thinks of you or how you think of yourself. Some people are only blessed with one of those options and each one makes them beautiful in their own way. There are few I can stand to know which hold both dear.

A monster is born from an egg that has been incubating for years. He grows up in minutes and eats all the living material inside his home- his mother, his father, his maker. He understands just enough to pose as those beings; being clever only enough to fool the dull. He lunges out in fear of being hurt, or even worse, found out. His teeth clench noiselessly in the dark, fangs protruding at corners where it makes no sense. His eyes glimmering blindly in the forest.

A beautiful creature is only seen through the opposite- a horrifying death. Not only the death of a good thing, but the deaths of bad things. Good can come, in its most beautiful form, from the transmutation of evil.

Anyways, work has been hard. But its work. At least I'm not a loser anymore.

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Tooti toots with fervant tact.

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 19:02:43 -0700

The world outside is crumbling, turning inside out with fear and hatred of it. No where to run. No where to wish away such dooms and despairs. Just the warm powerful touch of fingers through yours. The god inside the simple notion. No one is looking for it. Few care about it. Even fewer can understand it.

My car broke down yet again. This time I was in durham. So its still there, but I got a ride back home.

My therapist had given me a new list of things to do (saying I passed the last homework) but I'm not supposed to tell anyone what they are :(.

Lets just say- they are strange.

If I didn't have the awful interview right afterwards I would have said that day was pretty good. The session went well and I was gonna get some sleep (I had stayed up the night before).

Klondike says I'm ready for step two. At least I will be very soon. I get to do a rorshach (or however you spell the damn thing) test! You know, blobs and stuff. She says she will record the answers and after "step 2" is completed, which she says should take only a few weeks (its really preperation for the two year long step 3) she will do it again and show me my previous answers, and how they are different.

Step 2, if you haven't guessed, is dealing with my past. Forgiving, remembering, and understanding. Step 3 is probably getting over it altogether, I'm guessing. But I don't know. She won't tell me these steps until I get to them >O

Oh well. Good luck to me. I don't have the time or energy to say much else. So toodaloo!

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Yarr, we walked the plank

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 05:29:40 -0700

So I am tired out of my skull. I've been up for a while now and I know I can't just sleep all day. Today I have to go job hunting and I have to go see my therapist (both of which take a lot of energy).

Speaking of Klondike, last time I saw her (I think it was two weeks ago, which is weird because we are usually bi-weekly, but I think she visited family. Or something. I think I should care more about it...) she gave me the task of thinking things through. That, while living in the present and being optimistic in the future, through every new step I take I take time away from it all and think it over; weighing pros and cons and things.

So far, I have no idea what I'm supposed to learn through this. I think I've made the same decisions I would have otherwise. I'm going to greenville for halloween, I won't meet her until a few months, I am consistently and diligently searching for work. Speaking of the latter I may get something tuesday at hanes mall. But who knows. I hope so.

The time to think has really put a burden on me. I'm very used to deciding immediately and stubbornly not changing my decision. I know that has done me no good but arguing. I'm much better on being flexible. But Klondike says its because I know how to detach myself from things so I don't care about the outcome. She says it stems from deep pessimism that is going to take a lot of work to help but that is our next step. The stress though builds up because now I keep seeing all these bad things that could happen and it scares the living shit out of me. I'm trying to stay in the present as much as I can, but my mind wants to start looking farther ahead and telling me what could go wrong.

I guess I'll find out today how I did. I get two hours with her today. We may or may not try hypnosis. Probably not because if I am too tired I just end up falling asleep (best. sleep. ever). But it should be... enlightening.

When I am this tired I feel so paranoid. I couldn't explain to anyone why. I just feel sensitive, vulnerable... I guess I'll bring it up today because it feels important. Or at the least, strong.

I mark this about two months without a good solid cry. I've dropped a tear for some movies but nothing like the crazy rocking back and forth stuff I'm used too. I've gotten emotional but I found ways to divert it. Like doing chores or working. Maybe hanging out with friends. I 'release the energy in positive ways'. So, maybe I'm making progress. If I did hypnosis it would tell me if I'm just suppressing it or if I'm actually getting rid of it.

Some friends said my biggest character flaw is being snobby (what is with these people talking about me all the damn time. Sure, I thought I would love it, the attention... now it just makes me anxious). So I've told them to point it out when I am and I'll work on it. I'll ask Klondike some ways to cut it back.

Oh man, could I use a hug. Someone to say 'its going to be alright. You are doing okay. For once, you are actually doing okay' but I know better. I'm only in the first stage. Once I get the the final stage I apparently won't even need people to say that. (three stages, apparently, to overcome my mood changes and maintain a stable life and personality).

My writers block is back. Only now it feels I can only write about myself, but I tend to do that anyways.

Truth be told? I write a lot of things. About people, about things. Some of it just seems so strange. I can point out the evils and beauties in something or someone and it just turns out...so creepy. I guess. I've written about Jimmy's personality and Britney's passion. Both of their faults. Billy plenty of times. Tigger. Cats. Dogs. Gracie. The tree in the front yard. A flower. You get it, I hope. I just don't feel as if those...are appropriate.
I'm so used to having this blog to myself that it just turns out about me (interestingly enough, while complaining about talking about myself I'm talking about myself) and especially now I know someone reads it I don't want to post the other writings. Those really belong in the "no one can read" pile like about a billion other random and pitiful things I write. Writing has helped me a lot, so I won't stop.

I'm scared about writing something else. I'm the only person I know absolutely for sure (and not even that) so its the only person I feel about writing. Someone else...? Well its hit and miss. I could say the perfect thing. Or something that doesn't matter. Or something insulting. I've done all three. I don't want to be reduced to unimaginative sobbing words or praising words. I guess it is unavoidable.

Snobbish. Yeah I can see that. I met my physical double. Rather, a better looking version of me. So, great. Its okay, I was never big on thinking I was hawt. I hold pride in me being average :D

I haven't written a post like this in a week or so. Its nice. I had to think about it xD. I think the pros outweigh the cons.

But then again, who knows? I guess its okay to fail every so often.

As long as you can get up again. Face the music. Walk on. Hold a big smile on your face. I'm damn near tired of dragging my feet.

Tallyho my good men!

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Feel like the sun on the grass.

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 12:16:23 -0700

I don't know what I'm going to write about. But I need to do something. So here it goes:

You are a symbol of what you preach
Not a hypocrit of what you teach
A lonely soldier
My heart goes with.

My mouth is charred by the lies
That pass through and flies
In the atmosphere full of hate
Of a wall to build, my love innate.

Completely vegan of eggs and flesh
My heart and her heart do not mesh
So I eat walls to find my bricks
Under a corner to fuel my tricks.

I will wait for plague and mold
In the grass of death I'm told
That will keep me there forever
Ne'er will move the fulcrum and lever.

Apart from sky and ground I lie
In the blades of failed goodbye
To a girl who ate my skin
To find the wonder- my wonder- within.

There is a beauty in the magical haze
That maybe one day, I'll let you gaze
Into my brain, through my heart
But right now, we must be apart.

An aura grows around the bone
The empty cases of the lone
Cell of blood that beats my soul
Down the waves you've been told.

My back I will lay, looking up
Only to avoid that throwing up
From moving rain and clouds
To shine the sun on my burial shroud.

I'll write into the sky
With fingers from where I lie
Hoping God will read the words
From my deep, dark absurds.

Face the music singing down at me-
The notes and chords I try to see
Because my ears lack what my eyes
Can do in a thousand tries.

I want to be told what I am
For I can not find my forum-
The regular buying and selling,
Justice and faith and telling.

I can see the good in the universe
But in space it lies, not in verse
Of preaching words and angry letters
From death-wished paranormal cutters.

My face changes every year-
You still can't see whats under here-
Ugly bone and broken muscle
From an old and very long tussle.

God will lean down and kiss you
Your light will shine right through
Broken bone and mangled chest
Then you can finally rest.

I can promise you that single wish
Think of it as my final kiss
Lying far away in my dying bed
Blinking away thoughts of what you said.

My final thought before I leave
My life I certainly intend to cleave
Right down the center only to believe
That no more can I bring fire to your leaves.

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Matre-de. Repost.

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:25:52 -0700

Oh pretty blue bird

You don't nest

You do not start a fire

In the dark moonlight

You wait for me to perspire

Some sort of sign I would try

You reach the branch

On my little dead tree.

You wait and stare

In a world of black debonair

Shining deeply in the light

Of a foreverlasting night.

There it is, shining in the white

My encrusted tomb

Deflecting all your light

Absorbing all of your blue.

Your friends and family

Don't come and visit you

My little blue bird.

Yet you can be blue

In a world you fit a little too soon.

My outlying twigs

Fall deeply into the ground

To become my roots

That is my sound falling.

I'll reach to breach

The heavens above

In my death and love

For you, my little blue bird

It becomes normal

Absolutely, utterly, strangely

Paranormal.

To find you can't grow

Years and years

I grow tall.

You stay small.

In life you grow tears.

Not for you, but for me

Oh darling can't you see?

You can not water

This dying tree.

Fly away little blue bird

Sing a better song.

My branches grow to knock you off.

The rub and poke you softly

Bearing in mind I love you

My little blue bird.

I can not hear you peep

Except maybe in my sleep.

In that thought let me rest.

Squash that little annoying pest.

While this dead tree still grows

It continues to show

That death can not let you grow

You reap what you sow.

You fly away to bring me seeds

Crying on them, to let them see

The light shining through

This old dead tree.

As they do not grow

From the lasting moonlight

A deadly rooster crows

You peep not in fear, or fright.

You ruffle your feathers

You puff out your chest.

My little blue bird-

This crow will put you to the test.

Fighting, dying, rebirth and back again.

Such is the story of such a sin

That a little blue bird

Would fight to be so cumbered.

When the good moon rests

I'll finally be caressed

By the life giving sun

For my life has not begun.

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Dreaming of Screaming

nobody@vox.com(Abalienatus) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 10:10:31 -0700

Dream Journal Star date 11-53-23

I'm lying awake in a classroom I normally sleep in. There are mirrors covering the blackboard. The teacher is an old woman with a long yard stick, yelling incoherent things and wapping the mirrors as if there were writing on them. I peer at the mirror, examining the insides. I see nobody but myself, except the classroom is full. My face is how I remember it- scarred and ugly. Mismatched and strange. Suddenly, people are staring at me. They are all saying I am beautiful. The teacher is gone. I ask where she went, but nobody will answer me. They just say "Wow, you are perfectly beautiful". I look back in the mirror, but all I see is an empty desk. I see the rest of the class, gaping at the empty desk in sheer horror. Faces start to warp into a strange shape resembling absolute terror and I can hear them screaming. There is no sound. I look around and there is a deafening silence. Everyone in the class looks the same. No, they look beautiful. Every one of them giving off this glow of perfection and pure beauty. I start noticing faces. I see Amanda. I see Ashley. I see Lisa. I see Kelsea. I see Brian. I see Michael. I see Billy. I see Jimmy. I see Katelyn. I see Caitlin. I see Brad. All of them, beautiful. They seem oblivious to this. They stare at me and seem to revere me. The mirror tells me a different story. It shows all of them dying in fear of the empty desk. The desk with something horrible I can not see.
I awaken.

Dream Journal Star date 11-54-23

I'm walking in the halls of Britney's school. I've only been here once but I remember every facet of it. I remember who was alumni of the year. I remember the crack in the wall. I just don't remember being alone. I see, at the end of the hall, where those double doors that make the loud noise, I see Britney standing in illumination. She looked wonderful. She was not looking at me. She was looking past me. She saw me, she just chose not to look. I walk toward her but nothing moves. I'm walking and nothing moves. She is just yards ahead. She smiles. She ignites me with her wonderous radience. I close my eyes and take a step. I'm now right next to her. She is looking right at me. She stares me right in the face. I feel fear. Not bad fear. Nervous fear. Here it is. Here it comes. I lean in for the kiss. I lean in and...
I awaken.

Dream Journal Star date 11-65-23

I'm walking on a bay, staring out into a beautiful orange sunset. I see you, just a few feet down staring out over the railing. In the low light you shine brighter than the sun. I walk toward you. I take you in my arms. Your gaze on this sight does not shift. I feel your waist and it is small. Your hand slips into mine. I smile. You smile. We watch the sun disappear into the sea. My arm around you. Your hand in mine.
I awaken.

11 Vanilla Twilight

Owl City

The stars lean down to kiss you,
And I lie awake I miss you.
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,
But I'll miss your arms around me.
I'd send a postcard to you dear,
'Cause I wish you were here.

I watch the night turn light blue.
But it's not the same without you,
Because it takes two to whisper quietly,
The silence isn't so bad,
Till I look at my hands and feel sad,
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly.

I'll find repose in new ways,
Though I haven't slept in two days,
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.
But drenched in Vanilla twilight,
I'll sit on the front porch all night,
Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.
I don't feel so alone.
I don't feel so alone.
I don't feel so alone.

As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.
I'll think of you tonight.

When violet eyes get brighter,
And heavy wings grow lighter,
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.
And I'll forget the world that I knew,
But I swear I won't forget you,
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past,
I'd whisper in your ear,
Oh darling I wish you were here.

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05 The Saltwater Room

Owl City

I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
Walking down by the bay, on the shore,
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore.
I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold
Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt
Around my arms and began to shiver violently before
You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me,
Running into the dark underground,
All the subways around create a great sound
To my motion fatigue. Farewell
With your ear to a seashell
You can hear the waves in underwater caves
As if you actually were inside a saltwater room

Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time

When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time

Can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldn't let me sign on?
All my islands have sunk in the deep,
So I can hardly relax or even oversleep
I feel as if I were home some nights,
When we count all the ship lights.
I guess I'll never know why sparrows love the snow
We'll turn off all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow

So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love
All the time

Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone, I've never felt so alone
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
Only time, only time

When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time

Time together isn't ever quite enough,
When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
What will it take to make or break this hint of love
So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?

All the time

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