Snowflakes in Florida

A silent, symphonic overture
playing for the world to see
it’s boundless, falling beauty.
Each note unique and pure-
and forgotten in seconds.

We so often choose prosaic
over the truly sublime.
A fresh canvas for debate:
put the songs we overrate
in a test against time-
an early decrescendo.

The snowflake’s only fault
was being born of discretion.
Quiet beauty softly breathes-
but raining hail always leaves
your on-the-spot impression.

For every action,
corresponding atoms create enough room to conceive your heart’s content.
And without a moment’s notice, a function of mass and gravity is solved, with one brilliantly simple gesture:
You’ve moved your body, my mind, and my particles agree.
I breathe and concede:
Space created, space destroyed.
Created then destroyed, between each a symphony of the universe’s devices… An indescribably perfect harmony.
Even here, close enough to see your eyes’ every detail- connected by life, separated by infinity, and dying in silence.
I see a new set of variables: endearment equals solidarity by time, add some spices, then combine,
for an equal and opposite reaction.

There are two people I can think of that I know who have already topped all expectations I could ever have for another human. I most likely will never see either one again, and that’s why I don’t give a shit about love. I give up. I will grow old by myself and die alone. It’s been decided. Now, I just need to accept this fact.

You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting,
‘Cause I’m not who I used to be.
No longer easy on the eyes,
These wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below
who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for:
both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside
someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection
on accident.

On the back of a motor bike,
With your arms outstretched
trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed
We couldn’t break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like navy men.
Cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides,
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed
Like brothers on a hotel bed.

-Death Cab for Cutie

I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.

This noise is a distraction
from the things we keep inside.
I’m measurin’ my ruins
and I’m never satisfied.

Take me back to when it happened-
when my world collapsed.
I want to live it all again,
and try to bring it back.

This noise is a distraction
from the pain I keep inside.
Measurin’ my callousness
since all my heroes died.

I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.
I’m not worth it, I’m not perfect.

Enveloped in a layer
of the sweetest discord
When I get the attention
I was trying to ignore.
Clouded in a blanket
of the thickest kind of noise,
My defense could never stand against
the methods she employs.
Enveloped in a layer
of the sweetest discord
When I get the attention
I was trying to ignore.
Clouded in a blanket
of the thickest kind of noise,
My defense could never stand against
the methods she employs.