His Adventure

For the First Time

The Architect — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 06:42:46 +0000

This is how I feel about you.

Realise

The Architect — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 14:36:16 +0000

I’m going to fight for you.
I promise to see it through.
If it’s the last thing I do.

You know I haven’t slept in weeks?
You’re the only thing I see.

You stop.
I start.
I’ll be true to you.
No matter what you do.

I guess it’s not as awkward

The Architect — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 08:17:56 +0000

If you break the ice with a smile.

I have nothing but You

The Architect — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 13:23:28 +0000

Of everything I possess.
It doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.

I don’t have a perfect girlfriend. Nor do I have the girl I want.
I don’t have a car.
I don’t have a good job.
The money that I earn, I can’t afford to even spend.
My tertiary education is in shambles.
I don’t have the perfect friends.
My social life is far from exciting.

I have nothing but You.

For that very reason though, I have everything.

Jump in the Pool

The Architect — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 08:44:30 +0000

Keep breathing, keep searching, keep holding on.

This wasn’t a wish

The Architect — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 11:06:55 +0000

9/11 is a perfect example of why we can’t pretend airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars.

Serve

The Architect — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 11:42:52 +0000

The more I talk.
The more you talk.

The more I see.
The more you see me.

The more I ask.
The more you ask in return.

The more I move.
The more you move back.

The closer I get though.
Is all that will ever matter.

The Unit

The Architect — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 12:21:22 +0000

Fired up. Fired up.
Fired up. Fired up.
Twenty-Seven. Twenty-Seven.
Fired up. Fired up.
Here we go. Here we go.
On the road. On the road.
Twenty-Seven. Twenty-Seven.
Fired up. Fired up.

Well I just dance the way I feel

The Architect — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 23:31:57 +0000

Stop breathing.

Imagine none of this is real.

I’m finding the words to say

The Architect — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 03:13:55 +0000

That phrase.
In due time, of course.
I’m ready.

Where are you now?

I’m glad you read that letter.
I want write you a symphony of sound.
This is because currently, my life has become a boring pop song, and everyone’s singing along.