I haven't posted lyrics up here for a while because A) Dylan and I are trying to find a place, and it's proving rather time consuming, B) My mum is super bi-polar, and won't make up her mind about how she feels about me and C) I've been transferring all of the lyrics into their own, individual word files, so that I'll have quick and easy access to them.
Life is very up and down right now, and I'm not sure how I feel all the time - like I was telling Dylan and Monique last night, I feel like maybe I have some kind of undiagnosed mental condition. It's weird. Anyways, not important, right now - I am peaceful. I was gonna get Dylan to teach me to meditate properly, when we move in, to hopefully help me with this problem.
In other news, my nails are black. I think I like it. It's not something you really see a lot of on guys, anymore, and I personally think it looks kind of cool, especially when playing guitar.
To make up for my lack of updating, here's a poem. Enjoy.
From the Womb (Open Air)
I feel as though I am still in the womb
where it is warm
and orange
and sterile
and safe.
I feel like I am going to the edge and
it is still at my back
sticking to me
clinging to me by thin, powerful tendrils
keeping me around.
I do not want that.
I dislike the orange and the red and the black and I very much dislike the dark and the warmth, especially here, where I feel so very alone.
I want to be out
where it is green
and dangerous
and unpredictable
and real
and I can breathe
and I could be devoured at any moment.
I would savour that.
I want to be where it is green and blue and grey and where there is always some kind of light, no matter how dim.
At least some light.
