“You say you wrong, you wrong, I’m right, I’m right, you’re wrong, we fight
Ok, I’m running from the light, running from the day to night
Oh, the quiet silence defines our misery
The riot inside keeps trying to visit me
No matter how we try, it’s too much history
Too many bad notes playing in our symphony
So let it breathe, let it fly, let it go
Let it fall, let it crash, burn slow
And then you call upon God
ohhh, You call upon God”—
“Hello darkness my old friend. Ive come to talk with you again”
I am neither dead or alive. My life is gone. Blown far across the land.
“You never know, never never know, never know enough”
Its all just spiraling away from me right now. Going going gone. When will this ride end.
“Don’t say you will. Unless you will.”
It feels like i was just in a car crash. Only that my body is fine. Its my soul thats broken.
“When i grab you neck i touch your soul”
This isn’t a story. A clever ruse to entertain. This isn’t some artist strife as i try to move forward. This is me as of now.
“Fill your life’s with nothing but lies, i would like to apologize”
Its all out of control. Its crazy, Its insane. Ive lost all the marbles.
“Hello can you hear me now or am i losing you”
Every word written is naught but petty stories about nothing. The real story is the life if the writer. Its what every story they write is about. We tell our life’s story thru every word we write.
‘Things are getting out of control. Feels like im running out of soul. Your getting heavy to hold, think ill be letting you go”
This is every story ever written in its purest form. Don’t you hear the music playing around us? Don’t you see it?
“your like 32 degrees below zero, like 31 flavors your oh so cold, like 30 straight days of falling snow”
Ive lost it somewhat. But im afraid i lost it years ago. Before i ever knew i had it. This is just all a history lesson. Nothing i can do. It happened already. The bomb exploded. The bodies lay buried.
“there’s nothing left to say now, ill be on my way now and ill be moving way out”
Welcome to the world that fuels all the ideas i have. All the reason. All the stories. Maybe one day you’ll see the pain massed by the simplicity of it all.
This is just my little article about what has happened today. A small way to get a break from it to. And most importantly caring about what has happened those people who were affected by the earthquake and tsunami.
“Time is all I fear
It’s why I just keep running
The quest for love was all that you and I held dear
With the beat still in your head
And a good book by your bed
We will survive”—Mr. Hudson (via iamtodders)