White Walls
I wrote a poem.
Idk, I can't write songs, I can't sing and I can't play music and I can't make art, so this is the only way I can think of that might be an avenue of expression. Been writing for a while.
You'll never see my real personal shit, lately, there’s been a lot. But here's a little thing I guess.
Twinkle Twinkle Uncle Floyd
I feel like a renegade walking a tight rope
caught between where I belong and what I am to be
this is it, what I’ve clawed so hard for
Do you hear me Hummann? Do you see me, administrator?
Look how high I am right now, soaring through the whisps of nimbus ghosts
I’ve lived and died so many lives now, and I’m caught up in fear with how many I might have taken
That’s not the terror to ponder here, there’s blue halos around auburn angels and I can’t help but stare
I’m so fixed on them that I begin to fall
Faster than I ever have before
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your heat shields are offline, you can’t come down so fast
You’ll just burn up
and slip away
Dreams come true (but the Sun wakes you up)
I Appear Missing
There’s nothing left to say now that the grey is fading away
this invisible line between sorrow and rage
That makes me wish we could have just stayed
Looking over the playground at 330am
Tictacs burning like we couldn’t live without ‘em
It all adds up and your story makes sense
I’ve seen it thousands of times in television drama tense
We had dreams and we used to run with them any day
But as we grew older you went further astray
It feels like I should have done more to assist
But you were always so headstrong, I thought you could conquer this
Now I am lost in what to do, I don’t want to think the memories are all I have left of you
That’s just the way it works, and even if things changed
Those memories are still all I have left to entertain
I miss you already. And if we never meet again, we will in the woods, where the spirits of all great outdoorsmen live. Thank you for kindling my love of the forest. My fondest memories have all been spent in the mountains and deserts of Utah with you.
Cheers to You, Justin.
