9-24-16
Up amongst the stars
And somewhere beneath street lights-
That's where I'm at,
And I know my windowpane sn't the
Same one it used to be,
But the concept
And my reasoning doesn't
Change completely.
So won't you meet me where the light
Drowns us out as much as the white
Noise in our heads,
Much like the literal water,
Tempting, and so aware of its
Dark observers.
Meet me where the world stops,
Because we're onto something
More than dead ends,
This is just the beginning
Of yet another one for the journals,
This is real shit,
Even if keeping up with the pace
Is difficult. Sometimes I think
I live too fast, too frequently
To keep documenting,
Sometimes, I feel I wouldn't
Be made of anything if it weren't
For this road of memories.

And if you're gonna let go,
Drop me in the cold water,
So I'll wake up right away,
Because you know how I hate
The suppression,
Baby, you know how I hate
This depression.

I've met minds so interesting,
So intricately strung together
On out of body highs
Without sleep,
Without healthy habits,
Or promises to keep.
I've met minds so philosophical,
So dark, so endless, limitless,
So unique, so high on substance,
But high on something nobody can touch,
I've met minds so mechanical,
So constructively wired.
I've met a thousand faces,
I've met a thousand teeth
In a thousand shades,
A thousand electric eyes
With sparks trailing
From them,
A thousand sadistic limbs,
Bones breaking from
All of the goddamn pain.
I've met a thousand favorite songs,
With direct links to voices and
Places and times and descriptions.
I've met a thousand different
Pieces of paper,
I'll carve your story here, too,
Whether you ask for it or not.
I've met a thousand different
Glances, a thousand different stares,
A thousand different atmospheres,
A thousand different lies,
A thousand different years,
A thousand different people,
I know where to find you,
But if you're looking for me,
I'm with the stars and beneath the street lights.
- (m.m)