(018) a matter of time

you can't save me.

the earth's plates are shifting.

it will only be a matter of time until the sun dissipates and we are unable to breathe.

(017) an artificial glow

you blacked out at the speed of light; didn't feel the rain that eventually came that night. you woke up with no sight. i wanted to tell you what i saw, but i never thought that you would remember me at all.

the bombs that they dropped were covered in american blood. the explosions weren't heard, but someone received the word that everything was lost. and now i don't know where i'm supposed to go, but i'd like to think i do.

we looked at the sun, and we knew that time was running out so we tried to pick the lock. you were the first one that i loved. you were also the last one that i ever saw that night; a sheep in wolves' clothing... but some things never do get old.

the television screen were all the same. the colors blended together to make an artificial glow... and everyone watched without ever saying a word. the tables were turning, and i eventually took notice.

(016) reborn in that instantaneous flash of light

i pick up the phone, and i hear your voice. it's still stuck in my head, and i have no way to get out of here. all i want to do is just disappear like all of the things we'll never feel again. your music was so beautiful, and how i would like to hear you play it a little more. because these sounds - they were never meant to exist. i was never meant to talk to you, and after you slipped through my hands like sand, i would never be able to find you again. but now that you're gone, i can see. i can see. i can see the world being reborn in that instantaneous flash of light - that moment of clarity when everyone knows what to do and where to go. there will be nothing to be afraid of. the chemicals will cover us fully as the sky folds up.

(015) every idle thought

the summer melts my dreams in silence while freezing every idle thought. each day is just another drawing to help us keep what we forgot. just in case i don't remember, i bought myself a pocket watch. it tells me how much time i've wasted drinking pop and eating chalk. i noticed love was something tragic although it tasted bittersweet like chocolate that contained no sugar or a picture that was incomplete. so when winter comes to claim my longings, i'll freely give them all away. my memories are strung together like a run-on sentence that's way too long to say.