Without the violence
The discourse in my mind.
In yours.
No blood.
No tears.
Just memories.
No violence.
Not tonight.
The memories.
I wish you could lay beside me with them tonight.
Tonight.
Went to the bank. Ended up at a open mic at the blue rock shoot. I jumped in on the piano because I couldn’t stand it any more. I was not on the list, but the musicians were just to damn nervous. I had a few drinks in me. Eh whatever. got a chance to connect a few in music tonight, and had a chance to play on a real piano to strangers. It felt damn good. damn good. Loud. Forced. My voice. Open. If I could carry a full piano around with me every where…
vapor
The music plays in the background.
All the wounds on my arms are silent tonight.
This haze, this now.
Crossfades into another day.
Forgetting.
Someone had to take that step.
Bring the haze.
The fog.
I don’t want to see whats in front of me.
And I don’t want to look back.
So why did I do that.
It was like trying to write something that would last forever. Scars I hope they come. It’s not me to do that kind of thing. However when there’s no way to express I guess I’ll always look for new outlets. Just seemed more real I guess. Odd I know, but I’m still kind of proud about it. Just hope it’s not me cashing in others hopes in me. The want to do the same tonight is heavy. Myself these days is odd very odd.
No blood tonight. Just tears.
Singing
It’s funny, I get better the more I let go. It’s a crazy personal thing to sing. When I’m doing it these days it reminds me why I started doing music in the first place. It’s not a safe spot. That’s what is so great about it. It’s a place to yell scream and let out how you really feel. Once you leave that spot you feel better. It’s nice to feel that again. Not sure if I can keep it up, however nice to understand that feeling again.
