I am the ocean,
swaying under...

I picked up the letter on
the dresser, leaving behind...

You, yes you. I know you're still alive,
if only between the pages of my eyelids...

Could it ever be safe
to be with them...

Philadelphia skyline is everything but art
when I call for the sun to sink honey...

-0-
A connection made...

I shout an echo
in the nebulous sky...

I didn't want to shake her shoulders last night
and tell her insomnia was roller blading off of...

I felt my blood rushing through my skin,
Something was going to happen...

...

Rose, are you willing to forget?
How can I stand on his porch step...

There are days when the highway sure seems
like a safer place than the lingering four walls...