Aug 2015
I love you
And with these lungs
I let my vocal cords see
The pride that left my mind
When the mouth was not the same
As the nights, I spent alone
Far up North
In an old home
Like a pistol used for fun
The killing kind
I come undone
As the guitar breaths and sighs
I see you as you see me
When all but the last of the light dies
A piano charmed into elation
As a clock overspun
Come undone
Days to go
Few in front of me
Journeys end, finally
Coming back
Lovingly
And with these lungs
I let my vocal cords see
The pride that left my mind
When the mouth was not the same
As the nights, I spent alone
Far up North
In an old home
Like a pistol used for fun
The killing kind
I come undone
As the guitar breaths and sighs
I see you as you see me
When all but the last of the light dies
A piano charmed into elation
As a clock overspun
Come undone
Days to go
Few in front of me
Journeys end, finally
Coming back
Lovingly
I've had a difficult time being back home this summer, it is a strange place filled with people I no longer feel as though I know. Those that fill me with love and hope almost exclusively reside far from this place, although not entirely. I look forward to being back where I belong, yet I know that I need the money this place provides and must swallow my pride and desires. This is the last time I will be able to participate in such a summer and as this is true, I must realize my own mortality and appreciate that.
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