Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

March 27, 2010


I’m empty and cold, I’m empty and cold like a ruin
The wind tears through me, the wind tears through me like a ruin
Ah ghosts in the wind, oh ghosts in the wind

                                                from “Ghosts In The Wind” , Richard Thompson
Now and again, it seems worse than it is
But mostly the view is accurate
You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs
To that coffin that you call your apartment
And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair
And drink the cold away
And you’re not really sure what you’re doing this for
But you need something to fill up the days
A few more hours

There’s a dream in my brain that just won’t go away
It’s been stuck there since it came a few nights ago
And I’m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived
As a kid with my mom and my brothers

And then the bridge disappears and I’m standing on air
With nothing holding me
And I’ll hang like a star, fucking glow in the dark
For all the starving eyes to see
Like the ones we’ve wished on..”


                                                          from “Something Vague”, Conor Oberst,Bright Eyes

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