You make everything feel alright
Around your heart my dreams take flight
Even if there is pain during the day
When you come home your kiss takes it away

It's like a hellride
Living out my life
My memory is failing
Wish it was a flashdrive!

Days become the night,
Wrong becomes alright
Senses fleeing, lack of being
Come and bring on your plight!

Guess what!
I'm alright-
(ish)

"It'll be alright"

I hate those words
In the times we say them
They are complete lies

You failed a test
"It'll be alright"
You broke your arm
"Don't worry, it'll be alright"
You're dog died
"It's okay, it'll be alright"
You're on your death bed
"It will all be alright"
The person you looked up to
The one that you wanted to proud of you
He died
Your mother
The one that was always there for you
Even when you didn't want her to be there
She died

"It'll be alright"

No, it is absolutely not alright
How could it be?
It can't be alright
These things, these people
They can't come back
No one can bring the dead to life

But what words should be said
Should we tell them the truth
Life won't be the same
They aren't ever coming back

No
So we all just lie
Because
"It'll be alright"

It´s alright to cry when you are haunted
Of days that you have yet to live
In a room feeling restless and unwanted
Not knowing how much more you can give

It´s alright to cry when you are heartbroken
I can barely keep my thoughts at bay
Can you please stop asking me how I´m coping?
So I can keep my smile in place throughout the day

It´s alright to cry when you are lonely
You pretend to love the faces in the crowd
You should walk over and say «please get to know me»
But for that kind of weakness you're too proud

It´s alright to cry when life fills you with sadness
And no one has the answers you want to hear
But there is a method to the madness
Just don´t give in to your fear

It´s alright to cry when you are haunted
By love and hate and life and loss
In the end you don´t remember where the road led
But the truth is, no one really does

3/5. November 2017

[1] Set of earbuds. Black. Scratched and left to wither away.

[2] Dead pumpkins. Probable COD: baseball bat.

[7] Broken beer bottles. Some white, some amber, some still containing beer that has leeched into the cracks on the concrete.

[26] Acorns. I collected some for Mabon and Samhain. Some were close to shattering but aren't we all?

[85] Honey suckles that looked almost lavender. But they weren't.

[Too many] Different paths to go down.

Sing, sing with the birds
as the time goes.

Love with sorrow,
hold me as I dig a hole,
down deeper to the soul.

See me cry,
hold me right,
kisses goodbye.
It's ok it's all alright.