...hesitate

Blistering my feet only to find out that this staircase is an escalator. I've been writing love letters on the back of maps just to see if I can get the courage to mail them out. If I Fed-Ex my love would you sign for my heart?

I'm pretty sure that the sand in my hair is from the hourglass. The after taste is going to bruise my heart. Dreams are only weapons lately.

Gramercy Park will fix all of this. NYC bound.

Waiting on the murmur to kick in. Nothing is as lonely as knowing you're not supposed to still be around. I'm even late for my own ending. Diagnose that.

Please remember me happily by the water, laughing with bruises on my chin.