I'm not really into telling the truth any more these days. I keep my deepest darkest secrets beneath my shirt and tucked in my shirt pocket. I write the lines of my songs on a torn piece of paper that I find on the floor and I never let anyone know where it comes from. This is how it will be from now on, well at least until you finally realize what's going through my head.

My heart stops suddenly when I think about the things you say to me. How people prefer you over others and I realize maybe its just a big story line filled with horrible plots that we all know will resolve some time or another. It's simple and easy. Your simple and easy. I understand you completely even though I pretend not to so that you could talk to me more. I like the sound of your voice when you tell me your secrets and are excited about the current events. I picture your voice when you tell me you miss me through electronic messages. I'd like to think that someday i would hear it in person but for now I will only smile and listen to the things you have to say.



So let the wind fall slowly into my pocket while I control the weather and your mind. You'll continue to think that I'm content with you and I'll tell my stories as fanciful as I can. (just as I am doing now) Don't follow the obvious. Unmask the hidden and all the answers will flow right into your palms.