i feel like a spaceman a displaced alien in a wasteland base plan looking for a face, trying to trace man
it's not rocket science with the fights, riots, and sights of violence i'd give my right eye for some silence i'm finding this place never quiets no kindness, or signs of subsidence relying on small minded diets no compliance, alliance, or guidance few ever try to defy the tyrants
i feel like a spaceman a displaced alien in a wasteland base plan looking for a trace, trying to face man
A city is burning. The heat has been rising. People are evacuating. Fear everywhere. Homes threatened. Lives threatened. Homes up in flames. Cars driving between forests ablaze. Making their escape. Smoke in the air. But I used to live there...
I remember the sled dogs in the Winter. And the Northern Lights dancing in the air. And the green forest across from our lair. I used to live there.
But now... the city is burning. Homes are lost. Families are displaced. People are evacuating. A city is burning.
I used to live there.
Dedicated to the 80,000 citizens of Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada who had to evacuate their homes due to wildfires. My heart goes out to you in this difficult time, and you are in my prayers.
So yeah, Maybe she does like calling guys daddy But not for the reason you may think Maybe it’s because she’s looking for fatherly love Because she could never quite find it in the places she was supposed to So instead she was left to wander Through the constant murmurs of “You must have daddy issues” “Your dad left? You must have a daddy fetish” “I’ll be your daddy” Because people would rather fetishize an emotional trauma than Acknowledge the pain Maybe all she knows is unkempt promises Because the only time her “daddy” came close to actually being one Was whenever he kissed her on the forehead goodbye Promising to play with her later Look at her drawing later Read her a bedtime story another night And walked out the door Maybe all she knows is love through screaming I love you I hate you I love you I hate you Maybe all she knows is purple, blue, green, red and yellow are the colors of tender love and care Why else would they show up on whoever her “daddy” touched Psychologists say that it’s not uncommon to marry someone that is similar to one of your parents But what happens when all she’s known from her “daddy” is neglect Because her dad would rather choose being with a new family than the one that taught him how NOT to be a dad Because her “daddy” would rather say “talk to your mom about this” Than listen to his own flesh and blood’s worries himself Because her “daddy” would rather come in and out of her life when it’s convenient for him So now She’s left To sit alone at the end of the day to think that Maybe if she had just been a “good girl” And behaved, If she had just listened to her “daddy” Maybe she wouldn’t have to look for one In other men