There will come a time when you want IT
When you wake up from a dream only vaguely about IT Maybe you’ll spend the day wanting IT When IT’s not the thing you forget That you remember that IT exists On a night where IT has found the strength to move on And the message catches IT by surprise And maybe IT’ll have the strength to ignore you or not want you with everything Anymore Fall 2013 Come home with me tonight
If I asked you to kiss me here tonight Let your hands wander me tonight Sink my ship slowly tonight Come home with me tonight Did you here the panic in my voice tonight The attempt to let you go tonight Breathe me in tonight Don’t leave me alone tonight Let your wanting become having tonight Spread me open tonight Lick me dry tonight Be my friend tonight Be my arms tonight Hold my breath tonight Don’t let me go tonight Watch me fall tonight Get on this train tonight Walk up those stairs tonight Unlock my door tonight Touch me in the kitchen tonight Carry me to bed tonight Fall asleep before me tonight Come home wit me tonight Don’t leave me alone tonight Winter 2015 And so it’s the “why” that wakes us up at night clawing from our dreams sometimes worse than our reality
The question a screaming asteroid towards our beds snap and our bones break Its scary isn’t it? I have a story but a long long time ago I didn’t think I did Still to the second I loose it sometimes Drowning beneath the pounds of dark future that surrounds us My life is not a struggle but I have a story In those days where I step by step keep pace with the beat of my heart Sensitive glass that cracks with comments that tare us with knives Somehow jokes don’t always feel so funny and we crawl back to our shells How dare you small person? As I struggle split ravage against the plastic I admit I am so afraid I’m walking a tight rope and once it runs out I won’t find myself free falling But standing on the side I didn’t want to be on The side secure I want to fall Rip my wings from my back and follow them down Someone catch me will you? Will we? Are you waiting for me? I have this story but there’s no way it’s as interesting as yours I have this story but behind my sheltered lens It couldn’t possibly be worth watching Fake it all and stand tall because I’ve got the brightest mask If it wasn’t a struggle then everything is always fine Right? I have a story and it starts with a phone call Go on, pick it up Find out who’s there Because on the other side you might find or remember who you are and why you spent five years building that brick cylinder stifling expansion and once the hair line crack was tapped your body melted from the heat of the sun and you slid through And so you lift up that phone because this is a story of a family that lost somehow Needed this because this family lived in a white house surrounded by trees And in the winter surrounded by snow And in the summer by grass And in the fall brown leaves But this was mid February not any particular February and remember I’m telling you this because it’s a story It is my story There is not a moral or message but I hope when you leave tonight you will remember it When the “why’s” wake you up or the sun melts your skin that you remember that you are not so alone Because this is a story about a family going for a long walk One foot in front of the other They walk from February to March and April and once April Goes by they realize that it’s been five years and they all forgot to stop walking even though nothing was after them Anymore They stop and they look at each other and they look different They look older And are breathing harder And behind there eyes is something new But when and how it got there and where it came from they don’t know Five years of walking can really change a person Don’t you think? Don’t think they’ve stopped because remember this is a story of a family that goes for a walk and one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other… They don’t stop because they don’t know what will happen if they do If one of them would stop would the world end? Would they all die? Would they have never existed? Will they realize there are more of them than they started with? Would everything be the same? Just stiller With the sun shinning and the four of them But remember they don’t know so they are still walking Fall 2014 Lost afternoons
Long naps Evening drinks Big news Bad mistakes Silent messages Procrastinating lists And more lists Laundry bags and season cleans Heart breaks and don’t let me go’s Come to me’s Getting what you wants and wishing for it all nights Shaking fear shaking cold shaking excitement shaking sick Sweating Sweating sex sweating cleanse sweating cold Redecorate rearrange feng shui Changing Staying the same Growing up growing down rooting stronger digging in Finding Turning back Turning wrong Moving on and spreading out New faces and new beginnings Challenges and unexpected Summer 2014 |
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