What have I wanted to say? And what do you say to make good on so many promises left to yourself and made by your own intuition to do what makes things feel okay. In the sense of finding clarity, things are foggy in a light I think works best under these conditions. Clarity is a dish best served to the blind, and though I see, the fog offers more to the imagination. I want to be the boy who made the reasons strong and unyielding to pressures bound to rear the ugly truths. I wanted to be the only other explanation for why life tastes as good as your dreams might have promised to you... some night you cant recall. And where does he start? If you feel sorry for me, if my life sounds lonely and at ache, breaking to pieces at all costs, and if I sound like I have no one and pretend I suddenly have an emotional beginning... Would you come back to me? Forsaking all your words you've made into a new place to lay your lovely head. And would you tell him about me? Though the room seems so crowded by all of the moons and burning suns, could you and would you still see me through the glare? Why does my face seem to fade in every story you tell him, and was it ever as present as the linear moment I remember it to be. And the sorrow can change directions, hearts, and even memories, but he had your past, and I am placed at present, but if he wants your future... I am bound by the love I make on this earth and so beyond it I have not seen. You were the first of the colors dripping from the gray, a color unlike the ones you offered me. And if I am bound by this heart made in sand turned to growth, then let it be the reason I still wake in the night to find you at my side. In the dark we still hold moon dust in the fashion we always declared. For I was a pixie gone missing in the clover overrunning the hills. But from the tide I washed ashore with only a grain of sand to save, and so that grain became my dedication and my life. The grain is only one of millions, but I hold place for just that one. If by mistake I lead my life leaving broken pieces trailed from heart to heart, and your heart feels broken most of all, then it was my purpose that I would have lost, and my soul mate left for dead. So into the future I will find myself, and where you find your absolution is in your own heart, but when you say that you love the one that you do, then birthed by creation is love and by unbroken reasons I cant let go of you, when I believe you believe its truths; when you say that I'm the one for you. Then I guess I will let it breathe, when you decide whats made to be, you might find me on the beach saving sand grain by grain looking past dusk in anticipation of the sunrise.