sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
