Into A Million Pieces, I Wait To Explode

Notes found in pockets from Fripp Island.

I'm sitting here tracing your name in the carpet, admiring the smile in your voice. The distorted kiss of the frequencies through our cell phones is my favorite. I've swung my feet into the air, stretched back as far as I can, and I'm kicking at the stars. We're making it big. This sad and lonely silhouette is on the run. For once I'm feeling built to last.

I'm saving dreams for the comas in my dogs eyes. He's dreaming of the beach, where we twist and laugh in arms. I can't wait to tell him everything, but he's so peaceful. A pen and the moon are perfect mattress companions.

I've pressed repeat on my favorite track, it's a symphony of breaking hearts, set to an off-beat. I listened to it the entire drive home.

So lost in medication, I had been missing my butterflies. Tore up the citation that the drugstore sheriff handed me. Numb is the only thing to keep me going. DrugstoreCowboy

I live in notes and photographs locked safely away.... oh.. and hopefully somewhere in your heart.