It Will Not Ache Forever. Just Long Enough For You To Learn That You Can Endure.

It will not ache forever. Just long enough for you to learn that you can endure.

The thing about the budding landscape of the suburb I call my home is that it is not enough of anything.

Not enough bustle to be a city and yet too many city lights to be a small town. Not enough trees and Green grass expanse to be countryside but too many perfectly unobstructed sunrises to be urban landscape. Not enough traffic but too many crowded sidewalks.

Not enough buzz to get lost in and yet too much to feel known. Not enough noise to drown out my doubt but too much to trust. Not enough unfamiliarity to feel enthralled and yet too much to feel enchanted.

So much potential to be so much more than it is. But it seems to be stuck here in the in between. Never quite fulfilled or fulfilling.

Construction projects and Skeletal high rises litter once open fields now waiting upturned Earth, Stripped of its ability to Grow, And yet buildings remain unbuilt.

And yet it's people stay and its people invest . Wait for it to become everything they dreamed

And maybe it will

But I wonder if I will be around long enough to see it. Wonder who will outgrow who first

Wonder if my home will leave me behind

The Moon on Peter Pan

There once was a boy Made of starlight and pixie dust Who’s shadow leaked sunshine And eyes sparkled with liquid happiness Who’s smile was painted on in innocence There once was a boy Who Lady Fate decided to leave behind Who Father Time decided to patronize Who was too slow to outrun life And so decided to fly There once was a boy Who caught life’s attention Floating in the breeze And she became so infatuated with his determination That she demanded I part the seas And raise salvation for him There once was a boy And light loved him so Beams of sunlight kissed his skin And danced with him all day My children of moonshine tore themselves to ribbons and descend from their home in the sky

To hold and bathe him through the night There once was a boy Who never stopped running But could not stop childhood From melting off him as he did Leaving sticky honey footprints on the sand And an empty jar within him Who’s darkness was far from liquid There once was a boy Who wanted with everything he did not have left To remain that way Who’s shadow took residence within him On the days the light grew bored and stayed away There once was a boy Who held on to the rope of youth so tightly It left burns upon his hands Turned his palms callused and raw And left him breathless and aching There once was a boy Who never learned how to sew And so wore his clothes torn And his wounds open

There once was a boy Who thought he played hide and seek With Lady Life And did not know he was running From his own silhouette There once was a boy Who ran out of pixie dust And happy memories And time There once was a boy Who looked up at me at night And wept tears of sorrow no child should know And I could not wipe his tears And so he wept more There once was a boy Who begged to be held And so I called on my oceans to caress him Until at last, he let something in And they found solace within each other There once was a boy Who was barely a boy at all

What’s heaven to a woman’s love anyway?

The first sins of humanity, were trusting others.

What’s God to a woman’s love anyway?

When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What’s heaven to a woman’s love anyway? What’s God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that’s a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone’s right about us and we’re sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what’s God to a woman’s love anyway? What has heaven got that I can’t find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?

You can stop hurting me now, I swear I’m already trying to fall out of love with you.

- To Change a Heartbeat