To be plastered against a bruised sky.

Ask me what its like to see your own heart leaping from your chest & tumbling ahead of your body & down twenty-odd stories & into the never-ending traffic that looks like a travelling carnival.

I'd take a fallen star if I could just catch one.

Paints the pictures of their life on a canvas by the river side. 

I feel like the star of a movie, something like a romantic tragedy.

Sticks & Stones & Broken Bones.

If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not that they enjoy solitude. It's because they tried to blend in with the world, but people continue to disappoint them.

Our thoughts race ahead like horses through an open gate.

 Maybe if you spend you life pretending you're on a movie set,you don't ever have to admit that the walls are made out of paper & the food is plastic & the words in your mouth aren't really yours.