Geoffrey Fisher once said, “There is a sacred realm of privacy for every man and woman where he makes his choices and decisions – a realm of his own essential rights and liberties into which the law, generally speaking, must not intrude.” This statement truly sums up the essence and the value of this oft-misunderstood value we refer to as privacy. It is “a realm of … rights and liberties” and as such, we would do well to protect it from the constantly intruding arm of government.

1. Summer Wine
My dreams still taste like summer and wine
Vivid flashes of sunsets and freedom
I looked out into the horizon and remembered
The words you whispered in my ear too many years ago
And I smiled.

2. On the Horizon
Vivid wild taste of freedom
Open my eyes to a never ending horizon
If this is what the future looks like
I can’t get there fast enough

3. Bliss
You make me forget
Who I am
And who I want to be
I’m someone else entirely
I think I might like it

1. Heart Torment

Razor blades
Sear through the
Delicate heartstrings,
Breaking the fragile
Plaster mould
Deep in the core of the heart.

Relationships cast ragged rifts
Dreams become morbid nightmares
Days of forsakeness stretch
Without end.

Horrid claws
Tear and rip
At my lifeless heart,
While all familiar ground
Is torn to bitter shreds.

2. Emotional Pain

I.
Lying in bed,
Tossing, turning,
Each corruptible
Thought tryin' to overrule
The other.

Blindfold me, carry me home
There's nowhere else for me to go
I will give up in the coming days
On all of my past ways

Branch out, live on a dream
Is this just what it seems?
Or am I just an illusion
Feelings are just confusion

Make me laugh for a moment
For a moment I am yours
And I'll watch your back
Forevermore

The sunlight shines bright on another day
Don't let the darkness get in my way
Just brush of the nightmares and the stains
I'll try to forget all of my pain

Arya signed her name in the book, and wrote the time next to it. Another day of work ahead of her. She hated this job, but she really needed the money. She stopped to tie her shoe, then walked into the office to pick up her list for the day. Only two patients were assigned to her hours. That meant she could pick one, and the other girl who shared her hours would take the other. She shrugged and randomly picked one. His name was Lewis, and he was a strange case, according to his chart. Now, Arya’s job was as a nurse at an insane asylum. Not the best job, but it paid, and so she took it.

If Only

I find myself carried away by his voice
The desperation beneath the words
This is music
This is what I wish I could write

Parade

I think I'd love you if you'd sing me a parade
and march gladly in my name
blare our trumpets without shame
and prove that this thing between us
is more than child's play

Flinch

You know what?
I'm ready
I'm ready for this
I'm ready for you to be
Unflinchingly honest

I'm Different

1. Those Three Words
I love you
More than all the stars combined
Those three words don’t always carry much weight
But I can tell you with solidarity
That I mean them more than you will ever know

2. Lovely Lazy Day
Am I wasting my time?
Probably
But for once I don’t mind
Because time wasted with you
Isn’t really wasted at all

One
grain
of sand
not
a single
angle
on its
face
minute creatures
could see through it
like glass.
 
It dropt
from my hand
and disappeared into anonymity
amidst innumerable grains of gold.
It was unique, perhaps, but now it is only
an atom on a single rippling sheet
tossed by the whim of the waves
pounded, shaped and swept
thro' unimaginable depths of gloom
then winding around the feet of stony, towering cliffs
barren but nearer the sun

I: fighting
fighting this feeling
rising inside
whispering mantras of truth
to contradict the lies
closing me in
tearing at shadows
trying to find light
gasping for air
but my chest is too tight
to allow me to breathe