There are days where I just don't have the words. But the movie I'm watching says it perfectly. But the song I'm listening to says exactly what my heart is saying. Something in me is crying all the time. I don't know if it's as cliche as my heart or my soul...

But I'm breathing just enough air to stay floating. I'm listless and unattached. I'm euphoric. I'm imaginary. I'm frivolous. I'm rare. I'm intangible.

I'm heartbroken.

This is something I wrote in November in California-

The moons glow dances across the breaking waves. The faint taste of 6 dollar wine rests on the back of my tongue. I'm comfortable. I'm warm. The tops of my fingers are the only tell that the wind is out tonight, ready to play. It chooses nighttime to take full leaps off of cliffs across sands and through trees. The ccean loves the night to play and laugh with the rolling rocks. It knows only at night can it be free. Be who it wants to be. The cliffs are unmoving. They sit quietly like the old men do on their porches. Some are crotchety and rough, others crumble at the sight of you. Ah-the night. Here she is. You can fear her but when did fearing the inevitable to anyone any good?