I know now why all the music I listen to is new.
Like a sponge I used to soak up the messes, past songs let it all go when I hold them close.
We forgot how to speak without a sense of rhythm and tonality, in iambs there was this reckless, lets-just-finish-this, gravity between everyone. Lay in the backseat eating Wendy's chocolate frostie, legs up, licking the spoon like an idiosyncrasy i picked up.
Out the window it is! along with all the others outside - keyboards guitars and eggshakers and beautiful girls who disappear. Old crow and sisters and tgifridaysmudslidecoffeeshots, what else you got. We light things on fire, you climb the roof.
slow motion see me let go
I sang words come from nowhere in the familiar white chairs everywhere environment. People come in and out. of doors, of our lives. High in the sky of my bed we laughed all night into the day time, missed the sun coming up.
Caves hold more than I could ever say.
a hole in the earth, he said. through a rock. a rock
1 comment:
you are beautiful beyond belief and i love how clearly you are translated into words, your beauty bombs, i wonder if im the beautiful girl disappearing? egotistical to think since there were so many of everyone coming and going, like michelangelo.
so yeah, i love you and your words read like music, like art splatters, or jumping out of windows stolen conversations.
now you can see my fucking blog but i'd like to keep it a secret, its the worst of me, all worry drenched and neurotic, don't show jon if you can help it.
i miss you, can't wait to return to you and all that green grass
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