"…folks live in town blocks for twenty years and they don’t know their neighbours, don’t share knowledge or love, they’d rather act like strangers
and according to the proper gander in the papers; every teenager with a hood might decide to blade ya, the media puts everyone in categories; this affect social behaviour..
glamorising meaningless logos keeps the kids in India busy with slave labour and it seems like everyone obsessed with a promise to pay on paper-
I just meditate under the full moon like, why can’t everyone be obsessed with nature?….."
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t let you come back. This has all gone on too long. It is so hard to love someone so inconstant, someone who is so often fading before my eyes. But I know I will always welcome your return. The way you crack open the sky to come home to me. It is all I can do to bathe in your brilliance. Beautiful, after all this time you still control my every move. I become such a monster when I miss you. Darling, it is always so dark when you’re gone."
"Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches."
My body is covered in bruises
and sobriety no longer agrees with me.
This morning I woke up freezing,
covered in debts and unsaid apologies.
You wouldn’t like me now.
My mouth is this dry graveyard of mistakes.
My eyes are clouding over.
I’ve been covering up the smell of loss
with whiskey and burnt bridges.
It’s a nail twisting through the ribs now,
it’s all dirty knees and dark tunnels.
Still, there is a boy or two trying to love me
like fire alarms love buildings they echo through.
They don’t understand, love is not a force
that can fix or save or heal.