One person here, another there. Too many places to go in too little time, so your bound to miss out on some people who could love you. Play it safe and stick with your lover because it’s the romanticized thing to do and, because you’re still forging your own identity with every decision you make, you figure you want to be that guy. The rock that others fall upon to right themselves. But what good is a rock when its too far away to ever see? Then people have to get themselves off the ground, with the mud and the dirt clinging to their eyelashes and their own emotional weight fighting against them. They can’t see that rock when its so far away.



“If you want to burn yourself, remember that I love you.”



You look into everyone you love’s eyes as you race each other to the Final Finishline with every exhale heavy with smoke. There is so much love left to be given to each other, you’d think they’d slow down a little, but that’s not how the world works. Ripples in the pond and then there are oil leaks, prostitutes helpless in their own lives. What they want beats its hands on The Wall until they bleed as what they need opens their hearts and pussys for food. She wanted to be a lawyer to put her father’s killer on trial, but he is untouchable now, and she is hungry.



“And if you want to cut yourself, remember that I love you.”



She warned you from the start and now you’re screwed. The right music at the wrong time can kill a person you know. Her eyes like heavy rain clouds, ready to let loose at any second with beautiful Seattle weather. Ready to run yet? Legs don’t move through water like they do land. The liquid resists your every muscle, and there is no way you’re coming out of that jog through the pond unscathed. Fact and fiction, reality and wonderland are all fancy conflictions you need to identify, because its hard to keep running back and forth without tripping and finding yourself lost, and hurt.



“And if you want to kill yourself, remember that I love you.”


This goes out to you in Yugoslavia, although I never met you. Here's to you, Katrina.