the last man, the lone man.

alone...

alone, but blessed...

for i know the truth. 

so i am blessed, but still alone. 

so i ask myself, is it worth it?

is any of this worth it?

"is anybody out there? can anybody hear me?"

my final ode to you

Let's not fluff up this post, let's get right to the heart of it...

You know nothing about me.

I am a frigid iceberg and you only see what touches the surface. And still, you only see what you want to see of me.

You don't know the other ninety percent of me that goes down, down, down below the surface. Seven miles to be exact.

You don't know how dark the bottom of the ocean can be. My, it gets so dark.

So please, let me be. That's the last request I have of you.

titanic iceberg: 1912

the kingdom under the moon

it's now 9:21.16 PM

temperature outside is 41 degrees fahrenheit and rapidly dropping 

temperature inside, sitting on the floor next to this fireplace, is 77 degrees. 

i don't know what your temperature is but my insides feel 98.6 degrees

it feels normal 
it feels comfortable
it feels right 
these are the moments that i have grown used to
the ones that i have come to love
the ones that i hold so close to my heart

the temperature outside has dropped to 38 degrees.
you're such a good soul, i'm such an old soul, but we are both such wild youth.
with out spines one with the dirt and our eyes falling deep in love with the moon, you blindfold me.
you tell me not to look until 10:00 because that's the time the stars show us their most beautiful side.

the night sky has never looked more alive, in our kingdom under the moon.

...it's now 09/21/16
i don't know what your temperature is but my insides feel like 98.4 and slowly dropping.
you are 2,890.796 miles away. and now, your 10:00 sky is not my 10:00 sky.
although we aren't those high school hoodrats anymore, i still see the stars through your eyes as i did that night so long ago... in our kingdom under the moon.

"That Is Not A Safe Altitude"