My days have been spent in shallow rooms

filled with shallow voices,

followed by shallow choices, that I could never hold.

There are nights where I take a moment to step back

and look above the door,

one painted with hope and the other void of words;

would your memory take place there?

I've got my impulsions neatly tucked away

beneath a floorboard of peers and a ceiling of ruts,

with no intention of peeling back the…

R.I.P. Stephen Andrew "Porno" Pronobis

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These nights it's so hard to come by sleep,

with insomnia selfishly keeping me from seeing you in my dreams,

the last place you'll be.

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If cold storms and June fourth had only known,

then we would have changed this.

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Your judgement, our crime,

if you had ever just showed a sign

we would have listened, and in due time,

given our hearts for yours to…

There's days where I look at you and tell myself that I hate what I see.

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And then there's the days where my face hurts from smiling.

Why can't we just be straightforward?

I'm just looking for shelter

and I don't think I can find it with you.

I know that you know that my heart is right.

But I'm going

left.

I guess you didn't expect that, did you?

So many years of ego,

after ego,

after…

My mouth is hanging wide open;

we have no choice. Our self-indulgence

has waxed off it's protective shell,

and all that's left is our exposed secrets,

lives, talents,

loves,

and thoughts, strung-up and framed for everyone to see.

We're not the same, but then again,

neither is monday.

I am not coming home to an empty house anymore.

6:32 am brought back those lost dreams,

and for a second I did realize

that…