I had a dream about you last night. And nothing was different. You ignored me. Just like you do now. And you wanna know something else? I was naked in my dream. And you still ignored me. You're an asshole in real life and in my subconscious. Congrats.

A dream of mine.

The road is curvy and dark. Sirens and flashing lights are far behind us. Closer behind us is a white truck. Coming closer and closer to us with amazing speed. I say to the driver, "Pull over. Get out of his way. I don't want him to hit us." We pull off to the right but it was no use. We've been hit. My cousin has flown through the windshield and lays in front of the car. I panic. I'm by his side in a flash. "Zach. Zach! Are you okay?!" He looks around in a daze. "Do you know where we are Zach? How many fingers am I holding up?" He coughs, a little bit of blood comes out of his mouth. "Yeah. I'm alright. Stop crying. We're in Brazil. And three." I can't stop crying. A car pulls over to help us. Zach is okay. Just a bit beat up. But I can't stop crying. I can't even take a breath. I'm drowning myself. The strangers try to calm me. It's not working. I'm gasping. I'm gasping! I'M GASPING! "STOP! Look over there! Look into the distance!" says one of the strangers. And there it was. A tall statue of the figure of Jesus. Arms stretched out wide. And all of a sudden, everything was alright. All was calm.

I am going to see this statue for myself one day. A dream is not satisfying enough.

In the moment when I reach out, you're out of reach.

A dream within a dream.
A nightmare within a nightmare.

There is more to me than just my age.

Two strangers on opposite sides of a smoky bar.
The walk across the floor doesn't seem that far.
But to take the first step; to take the first step.

For once, let's be real with one another.

I change the sheets.
I take a shower.
I put clean sheets on.
I am clean enough to sleep in them.
I made my bed, now I can mess it up again.

regrets.

no regrets.

People don't own much anymore.
Even their ideas and beliefs once belonged to someone else.
Let's be original shall we?

I'm a gypsy. Traveling from heart to heart; touching souls. Never lingering for too long. So many people out in the universe longing to be touched by someone who sees them; see where others are blind. I make memories and those memories make me. I never carry any luggage, just the clothes on my back. I travel light. Those memories carry me. I know I will make more and one day fly on all these memories. I shall be carried to the heavens where I rain my memories down on the lonely souls. I'm a gypsy. Traveling from heart to heart because no one ever came close to my beating heart.

Save me from myself.
I'm a monster.

He waits on my doorstep after he rings the doorbell.


I don't answer the door because I'd rather go to Hell.

He begins to knock, pounding my door like rocks,

He's trying to find the girl that's lost.

He's looking through the window, he knows I'm inside.

He knows I'm behind the couch trying to hide.

He knock and knocks and never gives up.

My Jesus is relentless and that's what's up.

"Why does the squirrel chase after the other squirrel?"
"Because he loves her."
"Then why does the other squirrel run away?"
"Because she is scared."

I feel like that squirrel. =/