it's a dangerous place to be in.

especially when you're guarded by the calloused scars of past heartbreaks. you get these moments where you forget, becoming overwhelmed by the feeling. you know... somewhere between your heart and your stomach. the one that feels kind of like the onset of a tums commercial, only more pleasant.

then something snaps. you shake it off and remember that it's not good to feel that way. stifle it quick. you're just being childish. that sort of behavior will only get you hurt again.

it's when you can't stop thinking about her that it really becomes a problem. what the hell is wrong with you? this is the stuff blues songs are written about.

but i have trouble convincing myself of the reasons that it is wrong. maybe i'm timid because my motivation has changed. maybe it's not a bad move, it just needs to be handled cautiously. slowly.

it's san francisco, los angeles, raleigh, seattle, portland, austin, houston, and dallas. but dallas is different. dallas is close. dallas is real. dallas can be touched, held, spoken to, and damaged. the only one that can actually be crushed to death, dallas is a risk.

dallas makes the scars pulse in defense.

dallas could rock my world.