We'll build a ship and sail around the world.
I'll pack a parachute that doesn't work
and you'll bring the stars that light up the night.
We'll dive head first into the swirling waters
And the storm will swell around us.
Close your eyes
And feel your moonlit heart next to mine.

With a dusty old rag we'll claim our land.
I'll bring a pen wiht no ink
And you'll bring a melody to sing.
We'll float into the star-filled sky
And the world will spin beneath us.
Close your eyes
And hear your song-filled heart beating with mine.

We'll climb the highest tree that ever was.
I'll bring an empty book
And you'll bring the story that goes inside.
We'll wring with a pen that has no ink
Then jump off with a parachute that doesn't work
And watch the ground speed towards us.
Close your eyes
And feel our burning hearts intertwined.


Something from my journal that found its way to the interwebs. It's not very good and makes little sense but I like it.

I say so much but there's always more for me to say.

And I'm sick of being under this sea. Sick of drowning and suffocating and not being able to see two inches in front of my face.

I think I'll float up here in the clouds for a while.