i watched a movie. i felt empty. no i feel empty. i am empty. i'm not going to say there's a hole in my heart or pit in my stomach. because my heart isn't my heart and my stomach isn't my stomach. i think it's someone else's. have you ever seen a confused a dream with life? or stolen something when you had the cash? have you ever been blue? or thought your train moving while sitting still?  i was interrupted with the voice and emotions of someone i don't want to be. i lost myself in the emptiness of the own little world i tried to create. i couldn't keep it up. the wood of my so called home was soaked, but not from the rain. the salty water wasn't a good combination and my home began to weary down. there would be no drying. there  was no sun where i lived. my home collapsed. but my home wasn't my home it was my heart. no it was someone else heart.  a heart i tried to mend with some classic jack johnson tunes. the heart pounded the sounds of "this **** isn't going to work" these vibrations of music you want me to feel isn't enough you have to start over