If you'll Be My Saint, I'll Be Your Sin

I'm not like you. I don't have the luxury of being recharged. I long for a lithium heart.

I guess the truth is that I'm scared to death that I'm going to die in my sleep. I don't know if anyone will ever get any of this. My whole existence is being spent in an upright coma. Even without the medicine, I still feel it all. I don't have to be awake to be aware... Just as a blind man can still sense another person in the room, I can feel thier lack of understanding.

I want the wild fucking west. I want to place love in handcuffs, and to earn a lot more scars.

If I was in charge the first rule would be to never sleep. The second would be to write without thinking it through. Read it aloud and see if it's really about you.

This time of year makes me want to call up every contact in my phone just to tell them I'm sorry for how everything turned out. Behind every breath hides a word that is waiting for it's chance to be spoken... Hoping to make the difference.

I'm in love with the way we destroy our way through the afternoons.