I don't know shit, unless I'm hangin' off the curve of your lips.

I could be the dog to your bone, or something.

One day I'm going to wake up, and you're not going to love me anymore.

We live on the cusp of death thinkin' that it won't be us.

I thought I knew how it felt. I thought I had memorized the feeling of not being happy, of wanting more, of being ajar. I thought I had settled for this second skin; the acceptance that sometimes it just isn't a choice. It is a luxury to be able to feel what you wish to feel, and more often than not, life cannot afford such ease.

The sea said goodbye to the shore so the sun wouldn't notice.

This origami dream is beautiful but man these wings'll never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket.