the after thought.

despite what happened a day before 

you're going to smile, 

because you woke up with your heart still beating. 

time is not worth this sadness. 

what's the point of regret if we can't turn around and make it better?

rain pounding 

my thoughts flow down into the streets. 

exploring the avenues, 

grazing the sidewalks. 

It just keeps going, and I must as well. 

the bullet.

isn't real love 

not questioning why? 

and where are the cribs?

the ones I lay my worries in.

where they fall into a deep sleep. 

dreaming about their past. 

and the non-existent future. 

isn't this real fighting? 

White Air.

Whenever I feel like my life is ending, 

I know something new and exciting is about to begin. 

Winter is the cure, I need no escape. 

the disaster of want.

I used to think complicated things would make me happy. 

Expensive things. 

Not realizing that everything beautiful, everything happy has 

no price at all. 

I still crave the buzz of happiness. 

But asking for something priceless still causes the same 

amount of pain. 

Everything Is. (after)

There’s a road inside my head 

And every thing's the same 

Nothings bound to change 

But the wheels spin inconsistently 

And my thoughts are chained to freedom 

I’m going to fight inside the darkness 

And surrender to the light. 

The clouds are fire hanging over us, 

Lets end this all tonight. 

Deliver me to the mountains; 

To the highest point you can see. 

I’m not all that I am

And I need the wind to push me. 

Everything is the after, 

I'm just a ghost in the before. 

Feeling a little bit more alive every time 

I get closer to the door. 

Leave me on the airplane. 

I fell asleep during the descent. 

The blue is everything I breathe, 

How many more miles until I know, 

that home is inside me? 

far from home. (midway)

I don't care how many pretty places I've seen,
nothing feels like home,
and I've seemed to have convinced myself that home is in your arms.
Even though your arms are still ways away from me.

Rejoice. (before)

everything still looks like fog. 

everything is foreign, 

so why should different countries make any difference?

why is something so easy so hard? 

the winter remains the winter. 

our laughs are accompanied by visible air. 

(no breath comes out when you're crying.)