You And I Are More Than You

They Believe In Christ And Longfellow, Both Dead

Since Feelings Come First, Who Cares About The Syntax Of Things?

All In Green Went My Love Riding

A Bouquet Of Clumsy Words: You Know That Place Between Sleep And Awake Where You're Still Dreaming But It's Slowly Slipping? I Wish We Could Feel Like That More Often. I Also Wish I Could Click My Fingers Three Times And Be Transported To Anywhere I Like. I Wish That People Didn't Always Say 'just Wondering' When You Both Know There Was A Real Reason Behind Them Asking. And I Wish I Could Get Lost In The Stars. Listen, There's A Hell Of A Good Universe Next Door, Let's Go.

Unlove's The Heavenless Hell And The Homeless Home.