drank some beer, had an idea, wrote this.. not sure if it’s terrible or not.  haha, if not maybe i’ll turn it into a full song??  trying out something a little different from what i usually do..

change it all (sample) by steffaloo

applying human attributes to inanimate objects.. we call it personification.  ladies..

another one for the art signaling. 

i have to write when i’m like this. my mind isn’t boxed up in nicely kept walls. it spills over ceilings and pours down the hallways and into every room i hide in. all of this is a bunch of bullshit. i know nothing about life, but i see more than ever. i’ll call you on my way to sin city, but i think you care too much to let me be just your friend. you don’t answer. it’s too close. so i’ll just let this air blow thru my windows. and the smell of summer makes me want to fall into a million pieces. where i am right now.. i feel like i’m the silence in the center of a tornado; madness swirling all around me, but i sit still in the mess of it all and there’s nothing but peace where i am. i watch everything get torn to shreds around me, but somehow nothing touches me.  and this tornado loves you.  my arms and legs feel a little lighter tonight. my heart reacts to your every word and somehow everything you say rips my skin right off.

airplanes//local natives

roof tops and brains with legs.  i’ll talk with you but i won’t realize what i’m saying half of the time.  but this air is so still and it’s so kind.  this night is wrapping itself around us like a friend, and we talk.  i tell it of the secrets i haven’t let you know, and i laugh until i fall to my sides and my face hurts.  i lay on my back and i look to the sky.  do you see it too; the clouds building castles, the moon shining it’s light behind them and they work, work.  but we’ll sit up again and tell each other that we’ve loved.  we’ve loved many and we’ve loved few.  and we talk of how it is the best thing set upon the earth, but that it is the worst.  it’s horrible.  it can tear us apart at the heart and it can save us.  we hate it.  we love it.  but we have to have it.  we have to love.  if we didn’t, we would die.  and so we conclude that love is all we can do.  it’s all we can do to stay human.  to stay alive.  to stay anything but sane.  and i realize that love may be the best thing we will ever experience in this lifetime.  lying in piles i listen to brother play his song with feet hanging off the edge of the roof.  i haven’t heard how long he’s been playing, but to me it has been forever, and it is beautiful.  and the house across the way is sung to sleep, tucked warm in their rooms, and they listen.  he plays for them and they dream of flying.  i’m gathering flames on my nose and i can’t remember the last time i was able to write so well.  like tattoos of things we’d want to remember, our bodies make good napkins.  i’ll go to sleep alone tonight, with you across the street.  and i’ll wonder if five states could keep us from loving.  this night is perfect.  i don’t want to go to sleep, but i want to dream of you.  i want to dream of me.  i want to dream of places that don’t exist and i want to walk with creatures that could never be real.  i think i was the first human ever born without a heart.  it was too big and it burst before i could say hello to the world.

and so i go to sleep now.  the night telling me that i’ll be ok.  and i just want to know that everything will be ok.