i have my masters in memory

i tell people i've got a master's in memories
making them feel longer than a second
but only letting you see the second that they stuck.
and as for him and his heart well
i'm in for the long haul in my head
though the sad truth is
i'm always choosing the other end of a road
they call it running away but at least it's somewhere to go.

barcelona, 2007

toronto, august 2009

you used to talk to me till i fell asleep i like slipped through your hands then. i used to walk with you to feel the weigh of it so try to look alive alright?

(from my LJ, january 2009)