Chemicals&Colors

Recovery
I tripped and snagged my heart strings on something exciting. Like a salvor exploring a lost vessel and spotting a glint of glass in the outer halo of his flashlight. Uncovering a sealed bottle filled to the brim in hand written letters. Old memories-snapshots of a time in his past, when love was a wish on stars, naive, and intoxicating.

Interstellar
I've found a love that is distant and familiar. I'm infatuated with a girl much too volatile, much too unstable to keep or hold on to. How do you capture a shooting star? What do you do when you've been captivated by a girl with a fleeting heart? A girl ready to leave the planet you've just begun to settle on.

Passing Ships at Port
I don't know you. I'd like to find out who you are, but I'd like to think I've met you many times before. That girl tagging photos filtered to look like fitted memories. These memories that you're so ready to leave behind as you board that ship bound for New Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

26 Letters lost
I hope, if only for a moment, that we can meet and laugh. Enjoy a moon rise before you escape to another island with stars much bigger and brighter than Hawaii. I would love to be your guide and show you that this place you're abandoning has it's charms, it's quirks, and me. But I'm far off to the side in your horizon of an exciting life, alone and free.

A Crab to a Water Bearer
I have caught your attention, if only for a moment, like a glint of glass in silt and sand. Perhaps like two travelers in passing, our hearts will meet for a moment, exchange a glance or two, and continue towards where our hearts take us. Apart.