Happiness reminds me of a sandcastle
It can be corrodred by the lickings waves
Or taken all at once by the tide of life
But we'll come back and rebulid
It might be larger or smaller
We might destory it on own accord
Happiness is becoming a metaphor
I'm content to watch on the ocean floor

I don't want to be the prodigal son
I don't want to be the un-loveable one
It's hard to know what I  have become

I sit on my back patio and let
Smoke roll like words off my lips
The only thing I'll have of you is
The sound of your voice and the sway of your hips

This is catharsis through slow burn
This is me coming coming to grips on my own terms
I'll just forgot what I've learned
Maybe nothing's eternal,  everything's just food food for the worms.

The light from our eyes left
And started burning bridges
Jesus came off the cross
Even heavenly love has a limit
I'm tired of the rat race
And now I just wait for a finish
I know that God has left
Cause we were made in his image.
Heads with crooked smiles, two faces
Rubber necks on high horses led to collisions
A way of love built on a foundation of hate
Hypocrisy is just mental division
It might be a cold sun or four horsemen
But I won't wait here for him to end It.

I boxed up my life like bundling synapes
And all my pictures and poessions,nerouns
I took my body and mind
And put it somewhere new.

I can hear creaking in the hall but not the one
I reside in. All the windows shine light but in a way different then how i remember. I boxed up my life heading somwehere else for the fall and winter.

If home is where the heart is, then its where i bear whats inside my chest. Where i can walk walk with solid feet, and lay my body to rest. I moved to a new location , but i gained a new apperaction for where home is.

Theres a flower on my shelf.

Its was once beautiful just like you
But its petals have dryed and cracked like your skin.
Its stem have grown so stiff just like just your fingers
Its gives me strength just like you did.

It was the flower that they put on me
When i put you in the same earth from which the flower bloomed
Your body's gone now but your essence will return to earth.
And hopefully as as a flower you'll be born anew.

Theres a flower on my shelf, i'll always have you.

The story goes that a butteruy flapped its wings
And on the other side of the world
A tusunami formed from the same wind.

Others keeping flappings their wings
And sending storms into my life.

You could pull on my hearg strings
And play the melodies you like
You could have all of me
And could become my life
I've been walking blindly
And you could be my light.

I could give up my habits, my addictions
And let you be my new affliction
I've been dividing  myself
And you could be the greatest addition
I've been walking blindy
And you could be my vison.


You could calm my strife
You could be the one to fix my sight.