"there's a firefly loose tonight, better catch it before it burns this place down"
music pounding, pounding.. fingers pick strings, pulling them from their rest against cherry wood. rage echoes inside my skull, my skin feels fevered and flushed.
i wish it would burn this place down.
i'm bruising, losing this war against myself. i feel like my guitar will explode beneath my palms as i beat it with fear, beat it with all the anger i've been shoving in corners.
how can i EVER be okay? my chest feels bottomless, i have never hit a repetoire this low.
"but the world looks better, through your eyes"
i'm sitting in a soaked patch of grass, feet poking out from under tree cover. i feel my body sinking into the ground, melting into the tree behind me. i'm disappearing from this scene. 
will i ever be captured? be satisfied, be filled, be able to maintain any emotion between euphoria and despair..
i knew this would happen. i knew i had to tear it down to rebuild it back up again. but no one could be prepared.. how could i?
i'm trying to remember how it feels to be in love, a canoe to carry me across this molten river.