"It's Only A Paper Moon"

I finally turned the corner, and you know how I like to write it down. I need something more than a "magic" mark(h)er for this entry. I'm beyond tired of people rubbing off... I need something permanent... besides I bought you some flowers too, but they died on the way.

Pressed my face up against the glass in the shower of her bedroom this afternoon, and peered out at the world through the smear my nose made. I knew immediately that it was going to be better for everyone involved if you would just soak yourself in whatever it is that's getting you by/off, and if you would just extinguish our flame with the same liquid. (run on sentences = you mean it more)

My next great novel is my escape from this. I haven't felt this alive in months. Superman without his cape and such. Lighter shoulders. I'll write it better than we ever felt it. Who knows.... maybe you'll make the charts again next Spring.

This is not a social experiment, these shoulders pinned down with pinpoint accuracy. I'm only here for the transitions. James Dean without the looks... that's how I'm living. I've met soMEbody too.

Now if you could kindly point my headlights towards the lamp post to wrap my loneliness around, I'll gladly be on my way.

Today the world spins, but for all the wrong reasons. Woke up to find the clover leafless. You we're the north, and my heart was the compass. You had a magnetic pull that was all your own.

My life continues to be a succession of people saying goodbye. Somewhere in NY publisher's are rejoicing.

ImAlwaysHereForYou