Reality is so much colder
Than imagination
Someone said, if you want to change your partner, change yourself. They will have to adapt eventually.
What is this winter? It’s like walking through broken glass, trying to paint the tornado that wrecked your home town. it’s darker, more frightening, and doesn’t have defining points or lines, its just there, taking up the backdrop….
You can’t tell if it’s night or day.
Everything can be darker, everything has the potential to be overwhelming.
Everyone wants to make their mark…
Here we are
Here we are
Older now
On the wrong side of the highway
The backside of the graveyard
We wanted the world to change
But we forgot
All about ourselves
And it’s a long
Lonely highway
Cold on the ground
Ash in the sky
Pain in the sun
Tomorrow isn’t younger
Like you’re used to…
What’s left of the sand in the jar
How many days
How many desires
How many
How many
I wrote my soul on a napkin
She cleaned her lips
And now
I framed her kiss
I keep it still
And we are older
But her kiss
It is still young
And
It leads me to believe
Just down the highway
Past the dead leaves
The dreams in the ditch
The overcast sky
The sun still burns hot….
And that’s where stories are made
That’s where the blood runs in your veins
That’s where desire smokes it’s cigaret
Regarding Samuel 