it went a little like this, again.

Do you ever get that feeling
that you're putting in too much
to see that a burning light
in the cellar in the still house?

I've got a secret -
you probably won't agree
because I've got a problem
about the way you've extracted me.

Bribing me with words
won't make it ok, this time.
This time.
This time.

Hot points in my eyes say
'Stop looking for something that you'll never set your glassy eyes on.'

Thanks for your lack of input.
It's not like I needed it.
No, I didn't need it.

a night ago.

Default one:

1. So, you're not going to answer that question, Kyra?
2. I've got no answer to give.

Default two:

1. I hate to say this but we had so much fun when you left.
   
2. S'pity I left.
   

April 23th, summer's death.

Walking up Tunnel Mountain, I had snowflakes in my eyes. The sun was tapping me on the shoulder as it hid behind the blanched bedsheets in the sky. A green and black tie-dyed jumper isn't going to coat my arms in radiating heat this chilled afternoon. You needn't fool me today, young solar. I've got this feeling in my frosty bones that summer ain't nigh.

Vancouver.

Tick tock goes the clock in the middle of town.
Tick tock goes my mind when you're not around.
Tomorrow's gonna be a crazy day because it's not what I do
it's always what I say and I feel more alert.

People's misty breath mixes in together,
bitchumen takes it all in this city of
coast mountains and blue sea.

Too much wild, wild west,
too many frozen fingers
to be warmed by it and its belly.

I know it's spring
but it's nothing.
We've got indications to do
what they told us to do
told us to do.

I was looking at our stats
and it seems like I've given you
too many pats on the back.
Yeh, I know it's a sick fact.
Yeh, I know.

Mmm, I think I see
how we're going to take it back
to mediocrity.
Level average for me.

Too many clouds to be sleepless in Seattle.
Too many chimes to hear that sickly rattle.
Sandy, sandy, sandy sun dunes
in March.

Spring, spring
your colours are popping.
Ring, ring
no telephone ring.

Are you still here or are you going?
I can't see your footprints in the snow
so I guess you've been gone for at least two days or so.
Or longer.

Or longer.

crystalise.

The ink told me not to look straight into the sun
but I was hypnotized by its sweltering
Heat that evaporated the snow.
But after all that, the white will go
the white will go.
To where, few do know.

Then you're left with a liquid that's
Too great to handle
With these two small hands.
Faces on telephone poles,
faces on telephone poles
stare at me whilst I'm struggling to hold
this clear catastrophe.
Summer's got a monkey grip on me,
you see.

you've got no back-up.

I dislike people who blow others off without reason or rhyme.
If you're going to disregard somebody, have a good reason.

please, you do amaze me.

Some people in this world are just so friendly and caring, it just amazes me. It's something that it never seems to fail to amaze me. So sincere.

So insanely wonderful.