I have the words, I laid them down somewhere, I think, I think, I heard the tune in the air, so before I turn and lay to waste, bring the melody to your lips and wait, for an absolution, to a history that is yours to bare towards a future not quite ready to go … Continue reading Forgotten Post #15: Own
It scares me every time my mother tells me she doesn't worry about me, that she knows I always figure it out. I'm scared of the day I won't be able to... I'm scared that there will always be this part of me that is empty. It creeps into my thoughts every once in a … Continue reading Forgotten Project #2: What Scares Me
and we see, and set, maybe sit, depends upon where you are in the country to travel, to thrive, to die. I died once before you know, in the land that didn't sleep I laid down and died... before getting in my car and leaving for the middle of something. My life, I think, or … Continue reading Life sound
It slips, from after to for, thoughts and fronts that set events apart even when we begrudgingly admit that there is no way to return to the start. yet simple yearning lends the blind to the I, scientifically speaking at least, we see only what we want, until forced back into someone else's reality. Never … Continue reading The After of Before
