little boost

suppose i should let some stuff out.




Instead of playing games

i've looked inside for what i've thrown away again
what's been slipping through these fingers never seems to stay
please, just for a day?
i've gotten sick of all electric smiles
as if emotion was an art form
mastered only by a camera
digital chapters of time
just continues to roll over

like some lonesome carrousel


everyone thinks it's sad.
but pain's the only thing left real,
the only thing left

their impressions seep through my skin
i've felt all there's need to be seen
when will it stop
immediately starts again

I wouldn't have done a thing different

the sound is the only thing changing
when no one wants to hear about...
what we no longer care to express
there's so little left
and it keeps changing


What's taken for granted
is seen in lonesome laughter

so i'm leaving this frozen lake to venture towards land
maybe someone there would be as quiet as i've turned
the gift into burden
empty shelles of a lifetime's work
we're all searching through the sand

I've found my home for now
yet it's filled with ghosts of burden
I try to shut them out, yet still heard through the wood

my sister's got nothing to prove
it's too much just the decision
to think, or feel

they say to just let it go..

So I guess I should build from here.
With passion inside every breath.





working on some art for a friend's band and a new skate video "Animal Style". see where that goes.

cya journal.