Do you feel it?
The call in the heart of the storm
The shouting silence
The gaping hole in the bed
Do you feel it?

Start again
Home is a long night
Missing things that are gone
What was the flavour of the memories we made?
An echo even then
Start again

When you break
The first thing to go is hope
Like a lost child
Shaking and unhappy
Raise the barriers to your heart
When you break

Forever has come
Forever has gone
Love has come
Love has gone

Now, you are the lovely one

As of late
Feelings of weightlessness
Taking hold

Bolder now
Louder too
Barely thinking of you

Concerned with life
Laughter and air
New sensations

Never felt this way before
Happy without reason
Enjoying for the sake of it

Time cannot stop a soul
It will clip wings
Sour dreams
Eating at your feelings when you're all alone

We are a resilient kind
Full of tenacity
To the point of fault
Sensibility firmly locked in a vault

Time merely hinders the heart
Cutting strings
Failing to tear it apart

A sudden heat beads down upon me
4 O'Clock
A favoured time to leave
Packed my bags, time to go
Running out of people to bid adieu

At any other time, I would have stopped Empirically
But now I continue, each state another memory I burn
Like the sound of the heat on skin
To be young and free
Aware of all that has benefited or wronged me
Like I sold my soul to the Devil
Only the Devil was a person that wanted an exchange

So down we go, state by state
Song by song
Memories flying out the window all night long
Beneath the bright summer moon
Like the heat on my skin
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm so very alive

There is a particular beauty to the past eight months
The gradual slip, the casual fall
Both parties pretending to have not heard anything at all
Smiles and lies, truths obscured or non-existent
Nights spent in the throws of utter panic
Segregated and inorganic
Whilst one party played at family
The other pondered insanity

Funny or tragic
It's not for anyone to decide
Though I need not imagine the resentment you could barely hide
Regardless of such, it is hard not to laugh
A puppet dancing open a personal gap
Letting go, only to jump in

Family & friends, mostly aghast
Surprised at this sudden turn of events
Boundless and intrinsically sufficient
One shouted "Let go!" and the other whispered, "How much?"

Such is the beauty
Something, honest and brutal
Beating the soul into something else entirely
For better or worse
Never needing to pretend or rehearse
With a car full of gas and two sets of keys
Passport all I need
To the future
All acted out

Country roads and summer drives back home
From New York to New Brunswick
The adventure and the memories
Worth the cost multiplied by infinity
Looking back now, it is with fondness
Not bitter qualifications

Though I do not admit to a state of total jovialness
Rather, acceptance that is bittersweet
Something I have come to realize
Is the taste of all that I eat

Dreams are hazy and full of such identification
Memories posted to the halls of physical locations
Classes I wish not to share
Those I've dropped in order to avoid another fall

Odd to ponder the growth since air was warm
Physical and spiritual
With lands that have fully expanded into vague territories
Aspirations now seek for success alone
Rather than success and a loving home

Seeing all this now, in the rearview
Accepting each new reality with a weary smile
Held up by internal fortitude and stubbornness

Too much love, spurned but not forgotten
Such lessons not forgotten
This heart and face
Rendered cold and new
Patient and distant
Thanks to you

I burnt up on reentry
Circle diamonds, raining from my hands
Candied memories kept up with me lethargically
Sunburnt from too many feelings

I seem to see into the past
Must be these radio teleplays I hear when I fly
Foggy and fast
Falling is a more accurate term

Piano and guitar with which I rehearse
Leaning off the coast with a bottle of Crown Apple
Just peeking into states and times
With my ever solid monologues
And fondness for your hair