Another broken song...

I sat down to write a song about us.
Then from my headphones I realized it had already been written.
A verse from one favorite song to the next and there it was.
How could I begin to write out my feelings now?
I felt defeated by my ability to find the perfect song.
Always paired with the perfect melodies that calm me better than drugs.
So is it better now to create a "mixed tape" for you...
Or better to pay homage to those songs and still write my own?
You may hear a favorite song of mine and scoff at it's simplicity.
Or you may make one of my least favorite songs mean something so much more.
Then again, if I were able to write a new one, who's to say I would show it to you.
Always creating little wonders and never releasing them.
I'm not even so sure you know I like to write...or try to write as I might.
Maybe I should just mark down what you say.
Scribble down all the things that make my heart melt and go from there.
You probably wouldn't even notice the familiarity if you read them aloud.
Always the humble one...as cocky as you are.
Regardless of what is written here tonight, I will never amount to what I desire.
In words that is.
Always reaching far and falling short.
Faking it until I make it perhaps.
You'll read this one day and say it's "cute."
I'll feel defeated again and you'll think all is well.
If it was paper I would crumble it up.
Hit the delete key?....maybe.
I will always be a rambler.

Day tripper

Once a month I would give anything to be able to get on a plane and fly away. Visit friends in distant states or friends in cities I just can't quite make the drive to. I think it may settle the storm in the pit of my stomach I often feel when I've been away from the people who mean the most to me.

It seems simple enough, but the "important" commitments in life pull me elsewhere and drain my bank account and fill up my calendars with mundane tasks that seem fun at the time but are never quite enough. I'm satisfied for the moment, but am always reaching for the next big adventure.

I never feel I have enough time in a year to go the places I want...need to be. I always picture myself living in the cities I visit, and more often than not I can see myself there, but quickly get a guilty feeling. It's not that I want to leave this place permanently, I just want to stay somewhere else for a little longer.

But then again, that might just make me crave to leave home a little more often. For now, I think my desire is just to travel more. Keep breaking connections alive. Be the one who goes the extra mile...literally.

I'm going to Dallas in May...not a big deal, but the fact is, quite a few people I care about are up there and this is my chance to make sure the distance doesn't break any memories or hinder us from making new ones.

Then where do I go? I come back.
Then what do I do? Plan the next trip. Vegas? Chicago?

Hope for the best and fly.