It's 3:12 AM. New Years Day. Time to write something, anything.

2008.
An emptiness filled by the perfection of your astral smile.
Illicit emotions dreamt up from strings and keys.
The softest caress but the greatest ecstasy.
Forbidden love, more sophisticated gentlemen.
Listening to the raging waterfall that is your life.

Lives determined upon a single year.
Futures determined by his enchanting words.
Glancing at a lost mass in the mirror.
Coming to terms with prolonged, cryptic feelings.
Comprehending musical collaboration.

Embracing failures and successes.
Learn the status quo, learn to be irresistible.
Adoration of fame, it's glory, and all your losses because of it.
Engorging self in ocean, sand and sun.
Weeks of exuberance in your universe.

Firey red jungle of curls.
Being the shoulder to cry on, finding a new shoulder.
Vanishing portal to your realm of cerulean.
Time sands through the hourglass, waiting, being there.
Okay is never good enough, nor is great, nor is amazing.


This is 2008.

update: This is positive. It's not a sad piece - goddamn it!!
Translated its what I hope for in 2008.