April 2009
31 posts
home from tour...
so now i’m home from tour.
a bittersweet time.
Walk and Paint
We sit here and celebrate the lives we lead with a certain stubborness and sense of for grantedness. We walk there and realize with our own heart and eyes that our perception has been a lifelong deception. We run and wish we took more time to sit and walk. Now we are running trying to catch up with father time who is old and tired just like us. But we can never catch up but only slow down. Slown...
The trees look like whiskers on the mountain’s prominent jaw line.
Pinholes
Running around and all over at 65 em p ayche with nothing but wind and a white box at our back. Our ceiling is bright blue but always with the potential of black. Someone pokes pinholes. Just let’s enough light shine through. If we run fast enough do you think we will catch it? Let’s have it before they stop - that’s where we belong - we are pinholes.
Thank you tbs
Thank you Taking Back Sunday for making me feel 15 again.
