just lay back our heads & stare at whatever came next.

the night would swallow us whole

& we'd run in & out of dreams, never making time to sleep.

playing with the dead & breaking bread for hours & hours & hours.

it was so simply decadent & yet we made a way to break it all apart.

something can't be together though if there aren't any pieces to build it with.

i collected all i could from the grass where we stood

but a few got away.

i stuffed them in my pocket hoping for a chance to search again,

the cradles & airwaves that passed us along the way.

everything is necessary, i used to disagree, 

but it's all a matter of perspective i suppose.

mine has changed drastically.

"& how long would it take me to walk across the united states all alone?

the west coast has been traumatized & i think i'm the only one still alive.

don't you know things aren't getting any better?"

"Catching the fruits of our labor
And holding our hearts in our hands
Waiting for you to sound a prayer in the form of an anchor
replied by holding you up in red skies bound by love."