That ship has sailed...

These thoughts have simpy never materalized in so long. 

Brand New, snowy drives, sitting in the basement dreaming of you and me. 

"I'm burning like a bridge for your body"

Who knew where life would take us?

Different cities, friends, experiences. 

Long conversations with friends over ten minute encounters. 

Small conversations that made my heart race. Sweaty palms, trying not to talk fast, stepping out and wanting more.

Funny as it was when I had whatever I wanted, I wanted what I couldn't have.

My stupid mouth. 

How foolish I seemed, the pleading text messages. 

Turn starboard captain, this was the only conquest I never could win.

I never would have thought that you'd be where you're at, while look at me!

I've got a great job, I'm grown up, I'm different than all of the other boys, can't you see?

Enough charades, less talk, more being genuine. 

You can't go it alone. 

I can't wait until I can pry that part of our life open... Again. 

And you must know that if I can't afford the crowbar to do it, forever realize that you will be the one missing out. 

If this is college, then fail me

It wasn't that long ago, now was it? Oh wait, still my life!

This feeling

Talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what you're feeling

It's not what I'm feeling, its what I'm remembering
Spoken rhythm emphasized by the way my name rolls off your tongue
The eyes that hold, shrivel, and decompose
Bitter words, broken trust
Let's take that drink and make tonight that night
Like where we were together back in May,
Easy go, free Monday through Friday
When you were the one that laid close to me

We touched for that very first time there
The scent of a Friday night, early dusk, a little fright
Holding hands for the very first time under the streetlight
In love with this moment, swayed by this feeling
Swirling, wrapping you up, grabbing on to your heart
Pulling you down, now, there, goodbye

Do you ever feel like the one?
Drinking by the stairs under the fading sun
Drinking for two, reduced by one
Wake up, coffee and juice,
Remembering you, what happened to you
I don't know where we are going now
I don't know where we are going now
You made me feel like the one.

You're a season

The waves of our resistance define our choices. The consequences of our actions are unparalleled. We drift, spiral, vanish, beyond the means of reason. I don't truly like this; I don't like letting go, going slow, pushing my thoughts of you aside. If you just didn't have that silly smile, the one where I pull you in, gravitate, and run my fingers through your hair. Your dark, dark, cold hair.

It's our roots. We stem from issues unresolved, complications, triangulations, pieces of our hearts spinning by day, thriving at night. Talking through issues, skipping work, playing by ear, remember? Calling you on the phone talking until the sky begins to open, with warm shafts of light press down upon us. Your hand that was in mine. These are the days I live for.

Unequal, inconsequential, insatiable, our appetite grows. It's hard to be the better man, when you keep on dying. Let the pale, still, earth glow and let your eyes open to this new season. It is now just a period of life, where we let go of our strife, our delights, moving for the sake of motion. It's such a dangerous business to keep your thick, desolate door open when these winds blow in; who knows what will push through to you. Never give up.

I say this in honesty, repentance, and inspiration. You were the reason for my innovation, in and out. The waves lap against the house, our shaky foundations built on mud. It's hard to be intertwined when the bricks you build with are made of sand, right? Like a lock in a door, a room to a hallway, wheels to a car, pillow to a bed, I still embrace you. Keep your pretty head up and never let go. This is our season.

You know that feeling?

You know that feeling when you remember when everything was just so right?
When you didn't want to let go of the love you had that night?
You know that feeling when you felt tingles up your spine reading Goosebumps?
When you just wanted to throw the book down but you couldn't?
You know that feeling when you got a tiny bit scared in Home Alone 1, but by Home Alone 3 you were laughing like crazy?
When you just couldn't pick between what to watch; Wishbone, Where in the World is Carmen San Diego? or The Magic Schoolbus?
You know that feeling when you recorded your first crush and it felt so magical?
When you kept denying that you liked girls, when it was so the opposite?
You know that feeling of super excitement when you got Windows 95 and you played solitaire?
When you thought Sega Genesis wasn't as good as Super Nintendo?
You know that feeling of pure sadness in the Lion King when Mufasa dies?
When you couldn't pick between Aladdin or Beauty and the Beast?
You know that feeling of victory when you'd own at Headsup 7up in class?
When you finished every sentence with "NOT" and a laugh?
You know that feeling of being so content, being so young, and enjoying life outside and not around screens?
When you couldn't wait to go on a Scouts or Girl Guides camping trip?

These are the feelings of great memories.
Where would we be without them?


-Tyler Stunna-