me, myself, on rye

i've found myself again. here's a beginner's guide:

my band: antinovella

my beats: deezign

my thoughts: twitter

my eyes: twitpic

my ears: last.fm

my smile: vimeo

my heart: tumblr

a metaphor for love or something

beneath the cradled bodies
over twilight skies
never has there been a purity
not like you and i

in the dawn it waits
ever vying for our faith
bereft of light, it takes
our every breath away

now that the day's begun
never ever forget
i'll always be here for you
even if our sun has set