Pour your torment on the page and let the sound leak out of you

Your music bleeds out of your veins and it’s so personal, so emotional, how could people keep from resonating with it?

So now, you get to perform the same recurring nightmare every night. Reopening the wound you couldn’t heal.

I met an angel sent from god

We fell in love, we planned our wedding, our future

But the last mission the angel needed to accomplish

Was leaving me

And I can’t thank god enough

So many emotions have shot through my worn exterior.
But the thought of you no longer shakes my core
Now, you leave me grinning like memories of a loved one passed

I love what we had darling

But I love that it’s over

Alone on this deck with an empty mind, thought crashed through me.
Crashing so hard it molded the clay I see in the mirror
Now this is deck is painting my future

And my god, she is beautiful

If I were on my phone, you’d leave me alone.
Nothing seems to be more thought provoking than a person sitting alone in a room doing “nothing”
But isn’t that something that we need more of?
Doing nothing?

You ever go to
an amusement park alone?
Not too amusing.

Does the quality or quantity of contemplation determine the threshold necessary for action?
Can I plug my emotions into an equation that will animate my feelings for me?
After all, I can’t be held responsible for how I feel