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in a letter to you
in a letter to me
living through the words
and sanity they bring:
science killed the myths and magic
sitting here and I'm not mad but
just enough of disappointment:
I'll never climb a mountain
without stepping on a footprint.
space is the next exploration,
extrapolate whatever you want,
there's nothing there but a vacuous tear,
a hole that god once held as a chair,
before I shot him down with doubt.
these things are only sustained
if you put in belief,
and so is this reality:
the pain, the people, the most porous of morals.
sitting an the top of the stairs shaking and shivering;
they both mean the same thing this late at night,
or this early in the morning.
but still, I can't drive this feeling out of me.
shit, shit shit shit,
I'd give anything to be a vampire
the only new adventures
involve drugs and or insomnia
abominable days of sadness,
escaping my rotting insides,
and the pangs of desire.
it's alright though, we'll be fine;
time will slow and the smoke will rise.
through all the lives you can live in one day,
I know when I'm at peace.
walking alone, muttering, kicking my feet against the ground:
"take me anywhere,
broken bottles,
take me anywhere,
where I'm free."
I saw you sitting on a curb all alone,
in the rain.
what else can I say...?
I hope we can see each other;
there's always something new to make.
as the dawn breaks an ancient feeling comes over me,
a feeling of meaning that reverberates inside.
it pulsates, trying to get out, but I won't let it.
for everything I've ever given away reluctantly,
everything that's ever been taken from me,
this is what is mine to keep.
and every time I breathe in,
the things that are my own fault,
the things that I've earned as this animal,
cross-legged on the sidewalk, feet burning on blacktop;
I missed you this past year, and the waves won't stop;
goosebumps on my arms and long nights awake,
no more waiting for something that we can just go create.
love,
brian
in a letter to me
living through the words
and sanity they bring:
science killed the myths and magic
sitting here and I'm not mad but
just enough of disappointment:
I'll never climb a mountain
without stepping on a footprint.
space is the next exploration,
extrapolate whatever you want,
there's nothing there but a vacuous tear,
a hole that god once held as a chair,
before I shot him down with doubt.
these things are only sustained
if you put in belief,
and so is this reality:
the pain, the people, the most porous of morals.
sitting an the top of the stairs shaking and shivering;
they both mean the same thing this late at night,
or this early in the morning.
but still, I can't drive this feeling out of me.
shit, shit shit shit,
I'd give anything to be a vampire
the only new adventures
involve drugs and or insomnia
abominable days of sadness,
escaping my rotting insides,
and the pangs of desire.
it's alright though, we'll be fine;
time will slow and the smoke will rise.
through all the lives you can live in one day,
I know when I'm at peace.
walking alone, muttering, kicking my feet against the ground:
"take me anywhere,
broken bottles,
take me anywhere,
where I'm free."
I saw you sitting on a curb all alone,
in the rain.
what else can I say...?
I hope we can see each other;
there's always something new to make.
as the dawn breaks an ancient feeling comes over me,
a feeling of meaning that reverberates inside.
it pulsates, trying to get out, but I won't let it.
for everything I've ever given away reluctantly,
everything that's ever been taken from me,
this is what is mine to keep.
and every time I breathe in,
the things that are my own fault,
the things that I've earned as this animal,
cross-legged on the sidewalk, feet burning on blacktop;
I missed you this past year, and the waves won't stop;
goosebumps on my arms and long nights awake,
no more waiting for something that we can just go create.
love,
brian
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