a hush falls over the crowd. tongues tied in silent sudden panic. this feeling of awe overwhelms your senses, devouring your brain, sending shivers the furthest corners of your plane. you feel your body react, despite the summer heat, try to hide it, but your bashful cheeks spill the truth anyway.  how could you think this would be so easy? you wait your turn, impatient, but relieved for the extra moments to prepare. you wanted to be so clever, but now you can't think of a damn thing to say.

and so it's over, just try not to feel regret.

you wish you didn't care so much. you wish they cared at all. you wish you had a better grip, you wish you didn't fall. you wish you had a smoother tongue, a quicker train of thought. you wish you would've said some more, you wish you'd done a lot. you wish that you could get it back, you wish for more control. you wish for things that are too far, you wish you could feel whole. you wish you didn't sit alone, at night with swollen eyes. you wish you would've asked for more, instead of just goodbyes. you wish it didn't feel so hard, what once came easily. you wish for a lot of things, you wish you could be "me."

the only time i miss you is every single day

you speak of stars and sand. uncharted maps for which you already know the path.

i speak of dark and cold sheets. broken compasses and faulty legends.

i'm alone here in this hotel, while you wander off into the world, taking notes and casting charm.

my words fall on drunk ears, eager but tainted. i make company with empty chairs.

you prefer seats that move and feet that take a risk.

i prefer hands that guide and somewhere safe to hide at the end of the night,

you say it's simple and i disagree

because i can't live the story when i've already seen the ending.

but we're the same you see.

we're infinite.

the panic room

watch for the signs of destruction. nights spent staring out car windows. holding back sobs. endless streams navigating cheeks for reasons unknown. the satisfying feeling of an all-too-empty stomach. when hungry feels beautiful. slashing locks and infusing colors. change in pace, taste, atmosphere. drastic changes in habits. sudden unrequited obsession. needing more. needing more. needing more. nights spent alone, afraid, replayed conversations that never took place.

she doesn't have to open her eyes to know that this place is all too familiar. an empty room that looked so promising from outside the door. she thought he'd be here. well, he was, they'll say. yes, i know. he asked to stay, they'll continue, but you told him to leave. no, you left. or was it both? which way did it go? she can't remember exactly. it's the comfort of knowing. only, you'll beginning to realize you don't know at all. hands held in secret. but not in silence. an unwanted hush blankets affection in a smothering fashion. you won't submit to terms, so instead you sit alone with a stomach ache of jealousy and teeth turned cold in the grind. smokey familiar bass lines fill your head, leave no room for thoughts. you're always coming back to the same place, the comfort is the source. other's words seem more fitting than your own. as if anyone listen to the things you never say. and that was one of the issues, you know, the fact you hear what i say and not what i mean. can't you understand i need the fight? i need this to be worth something so i can be worth something. but you aren't looking for a challenge. you think you've let it go but you've got a state full of reservations. abandonment. a harsh, bitter word. it bit the ears, did it sting as it left your tongue? i feel sick at the thought that i could've hurt you so much. a boat stuck at sea without the wind, without so much as a breeze. accentuated vowels emphasize feeling. the feeling has to match melody, and the words dipped in wit. so many words, you see. when was the last time you had so many words? it's as if you found a lost locked box and self destruction is the key. the bass line gets louder, deafening all the naggings you don't understand. remember sunset porches? remember thunderstorms and mix cds and the first time you broke a heart? dried flowers wait by the bedside, forgotten only until you need to remember. this is usually when the box comes out, i still kept your letters, every one. i won't speak to you now, but i always miss the quick goodbye and deadly drives. anxious for the unknown. you don't understand the most important part you don't even know you're missing. the music swells, like a lump of words in my throat that i can't bring myself to say. this is it, i hope you know, there's no going back from this. it's what we were always working toward. 

Remember this:

remember when we unlearned and eager. remember when we had best friends with willing ears that listened to every tiny detail. remember when we didn't have access to a world of information at our fingertips, disposable and granted. remember when there was someone who knew everything about you. someone who's line was busy every time you called, because they were simultaneously trying to call you. when words weren't needed. when presence was comfort. when silence was enough. remember when we didn't need to tell the whole world everything all the time. remember privacy. remember respect. remember social rules and expectations. remember when calling wasn't desperate, it was flattering. remember when instead of texts, we had hour long conversations.

how can you see someone every day and still learn new details in every conversation? why can you find out more about someone's aura on the internet than in person? when did we lose the desire to share details in flesh but becoming willing to spill our guts in digital? how come you will tell the world but you won't tell me? when did secrecy become a standard?




we use, now, not our tongues, but our fingertips. a weapon once used for intimacy, poison has turned it into ruthless boldness. those fingertips that once traced collarbones and goosebumps have traded warm blood for cold plastic. the methodical clicking soothes a wanderlust soul. i look at you and you smile. i look again and wait for your attention to trickle back in my direction. i'd say it's a need for constant communication, but it isn't just interaction you're looking for - it's social justification, satisfaction, reaction, validation. ahh yes, there's the ticket. you need approval, reassurance.

we sit upstairs on the hard wood floor. i sit, you stand. you walk back and forth. you check and check again. i wait. you pause. i stretch and you move. i pause and you fill, unknowingly. i weigh and you wander. i ask and you answer. i let you speak for hours. you break, respond. i wait. you break again. i wait. i disengage. you continue. we fall off balance. i wait. you catch back up, or perhaps i do. i smile, you smile. we link. we move rhythmically. you break, we unlink. we restart.