Bedhead.

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”

—	Edvard Munch

Mouthful Of Honey Bees.

Mouthful of honey bees, sit down and beg for me.
A southern boy with a soulful heart, he's my angel taking cover in the dark.
City life swallowed me up, stole my change and shattered my heart.
Dreaming of sunshine porches, swinging over lakes, and falling into a slumber.
Steady down the road, driving towards your country born eyes.
What we have is patient, what we have is gentle, just slow love tonight.
I've never ran away, I face my dreams, and I live in my fears.
But for you I'd pack tonight, steal it all, and with you I'd drive.
Mouthful of honey bees, sit down and beg for me.

Bluebells.

I'm trying not to step on the frosty shattered bells

Because I can still hear them

Such sweet, soft lullabies
Can you hear them,

Even through the thick fog?

I want to lay down beside someone, whisper all of my secrets

But will I have to remember them at all.

"I have a problem when people say something's real or not real, or normal or abnormal. The meaning of those words for me is very personal and subjective. I've always been confused and never had a clearcut understanding of the meaning of those kinds of words. ---- If you’ve ever had that feeling of loneliness, of being an outsider, it never quite leaves you. You can be happy or successful or whatever, but that thing still stays within you.”

—	Tim Burton

Submerged.

Even though my faith in you is lacking from time to time, I just want to hold you. And these records I hold of trust can be burned if given enough time. Waking up alone has taught me to look past all of the pointless fights and bickering. Waking up with your legs wrapped around me and the taste of your lips reminds me that this is what I am fighting for. And when I defended my demons over you, I want to forget. I remember one of our last moments driving in that car, you screaming at me and throwing such a tantrum. You cried so hard, you hated me having that memory of you as one of my last, that I would hold onto that as I left you in that drive way that rainy October day... But all I saw that day was a boy and a man. Both in pain yet strong, both lovable and irreplaceable. You were right so many times that I never let on, and you saw me through and through when I tried so hard to hide. If what your heart spills is true then I promise all to you. I won't let go, I'll continue fighting, and I will give you love more and more each day.

“Don’t do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.”

—	Henry Rollins