Jul 2015
Its all there
In the Jack for breakfast
& the too little sleep
In the too quiet laugh
& the secrets I keep
Trust me its there
In the music loud & hard
& the black devils I don't smoke
In the too much of everything
& the nothing in my throat
Its there where there's no quiet
In the chaos of the storm
where stories are being told
the magic; the fire; the mirror
Its all there to behold
In the Jack for breakfast
& the too little sleep
In the too quiet laugh
& the secrets I keep
Trust me its there
In the music loud & hard
& the black devils I don't smoke
In the too much of everything
& the nothing in my throat
Its there where there's no quiet
In the chaos of the storm
where stories are being told
the magic; the fire; the mirror
Its all there to behold
Sho. Written during a very chaotic time just after a very hard break up in which I lost pretty much everything. And yet found myself. Which is the best gift I could've asked for in the end
