Monday, September 26, 2011

I'm going to ache my way out of this bed, this town; this life.
Till I'm sinking into the change I'm meant to create.

All we do is sift through the details of living.


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Life is fuzzy.


I'm floating through the sky, but I keep running into you.


Happiness lingers on the spot where you kissed my cheek.