I keep chasing lightning
Trying to catch it, lock it in a bottle
but when I do the bottle cracks
and I’m left empty-handed

Maybe I just don’t have what it takes
Maybe it’s not meant to be
Maybe I don’t know what I really want
Maybe I should let the passion wash away

I keep trying to start over with you
You say I need independence
The decisions should be mine
You say, “Maybe you need love too”
And I realize I don’t think I could take it if you walk away
But there ain’t nothing to do
And I should let it go

I keep trying to start over with me
Maybe I should listen
Get some medicine
Make it pink, I’ll swallow it
But would I be me?
And would you still love me?
And will the sadness go away, or will I just be numb to it?

Lightning brings thunder
Lightning brings grey storms
Why can’t you love me like lightning?
The way I love you
Because I keep losing track of you
And I, I don’t want to listen
Because I keep losing touch with you
And you, you don’t want to listen

I keep chasing lightning
Trying to catch it, lock it in a bottle
but when I do the bottle cracks
and I’m left empty-handed

This empty
Bottle of Lemonade
Though ankockious
It my minds play thing
I can set it up
Take pics
The way I want to.

The
On the stone wall
There stands
An empty bottle of
Lemonade
It was throughly
Enjoyed
By the person
Who left it there.

i pray you find this message
before it's lost in the sea
i pray it finds you
and you find your way back to me

I write the notes
Every day
Looking up
At what never be

I write the notes
Hoping you’d see
Capture the universe
Flying away

I write the universe
Every day
Dreaming upon the stars
Every word a stray

Catching the stars like fireflies
Filling bottle by bottle
I can only hope you’d see
My little universe in a bottle
I’ll give to you someday

a father is suppose to be a child’s first
hero
protector
guider
and mentor
however for me my father was my first
tormentor
narcissist
and the monster that hid under my bed
with a bottle to keep him company