Missing Out On Getting In... But I Had To Do It

Been wrapping myself around the way that hope arises in possibility... yet possibility is still fragmented and selfish. Don't think for a second that I'm some sort of safe ground to walk on.

I will sink beneath the feet of a million traveling companions and make ruin of any city's foundations. Concrete and iron beams can't tell a soul how it feels. Our street corners keep secrets, and our road signs only make suggestions.

This is dirty water, but it's still something worth drinking down if it can cure the dehydration from the words that you have let slip out.

Reminded of the summer when all of my friends learned to ride bikes before I had the chance. Watching them peddle away for the afternoon was fierce. If the lesson is never learned it's just like stitches for show.

My insides beat through your screen and in your mind. I'm in a dark room off of the bright yellow hallway. Why don't you just ask me how many times I can sing rescue me.

This is in simple celebration of the things we've grown to hate about the people we love, including ourselves.