Autumn

but i also believe in everyday love. not every love is going to consume you like a great bonfire. we are not always going to be eaten by the funeral pyre.

some loves are just candles. some are even scented with the season they lasted for! and they only lasted a season!

not every person that comes into my life is going to be that all consuming love. and the little candle i hold for them still warms me!

my heart is a church steeple to devotion and it is covered in melted wax! the warm votives are prayers of keeping the flames alight. and they are there for me!

the love i once found so all consuming has become a candle on the altar! it is still alive but now it warms instead of burns and how wonderful!

grows up to be a desperate, manic man.

a tale as old as time.

honey drips from my lips in efforts to be kissed by flies

bright turtleneck sweaters and flowery perfume to attract fuzzy bees

If i cannot be loved by him i will be loved by the unloved themselves

they will teach me their ways of being content with their work and their life

to buzz around in search of hope

and upon finding none to go out and search some more

what am i searching for

just love? a little faith?

a warm bed and a soft heart

a lonely little girl plays with her dolls and dreams of a married life

a sad woman dreams of a different name that dosent constrict his chest

their dreams are one and the same.

a different life in a different place where all the people are kind

thats all it is

a soft landing

someone to call his own.

Fossils of us

that I should not throw

I heard that people dont change

they grow

So Im taking good care

of your dinosaur bones

and chase it with honey

thats what talking to you is like

all electric and bright and sour

Like my mirror years ago

I slithered here from eden