Red hands

All of our tomorrows

We try to carry today

Do we sit here

and watch this ship fill with water

This storm has us drifting

And there’s not even friction

It’s just another lonely year

We fall into our places

Playing the parts

But we both know

We’re just as empty

As we’ve ever been

We put our weapons away

Sometime ago

Now we just co exist

But neither is ever missed

And I used to think

It would be terrible

To never have somebody

But it’s worse just having

Someone that’s not really here

I wrote a thousand letters to you did you ever read a word I said?

Did you ever tell me?

Did you try and tell me?

How are you?

Did I just hold on to the idea of you,

And leave out all you were trying to say…

Origin Ethan Bethune

Beagle in the City# 241

Ethan: Ok guys, I’m going to need your assistance, Garf !

Garf: What, who’s there? What’s going on?

Ethan: Stay, in, the , tv room, watch your shows.

Garf: Ok. (Mumbles) That’s what I was doing, wake me up from a nap . Probably gonna pee, I don’t know yet.

Ethan: Simon! Where are you?

Simon: I’m right here Dad, in my chair.

Ethan: Uhmmm stay in your chair, I will work my way there, polishing the floor, and we will just wait half an hour and write ok?

Simon: You got it!

Ethan: I will bring you a treat.

Simon: treats!

Ethan: Works on the floor, slowly corners himself, climbs in chair….

Simon: Well, I guess I better go to bed… (runs across floor)

Ethan: No no no!

Simon: Ohhhhhh

Ethan: (glares)

Simon: See, I thought, if I ran REAL FAST …it wouldn’t leave any prints…

Ethan: Buddy, I love you, but you’re dead to me.

Simon: Soo much dog hair too . (Runs to crate and hides) I’m in my crate and you can’t touch me mom says so!

Ethan: Who was that? I don’t have a dog, life is so much easier since I sent him off to the VA. Now I have clean floors.

Simon: Wait, what about best buds? You have to love me! It’s in the rulz! Where’s the manager! I want justice!

Tones

I can feel myself

In the background

Of this empty room

I guess

I am not myself

You can try to fight

With everything you have

The truth is

Everything you overcame

Can come right back

I am trying

I keep telling myself

The words you thought you kept to yourself…

All of these miles and miles

You put behind you

I keep talking in my sleep

Didn’t they tell you?

It won’t let go…

Did you ever wonder…

The colors in the wasteland

The truth is something I keep looking for every day

Why the world is on fire…

It won’t let go

It won’t let go

All the voices from the past

They keep calling me home

I guess I always thought

We would have more time

All of the photographs of you

I keep seeing you in every color of fall

The truth is

I am not myself these days

I hide it in the well

But in the nights

Alone in my sleep

I keep the words

You hid for yourself

And I

I see you in everything

I know

We all have one chance

And that’s why I know

It won’t let go

And I won’t let go

Call me

Anytime you feel the miles

You know

It won’t let go

And I won’t let you go…

The truth is

Everything reminds me of you

And I wake up

Reading

Memories of you tucked between the pages

Of everything I write

And

The nights are long

The miles are wide

but I’m all in the right

You and me

We won’t let go

What’s New

I’ve recently
Updated my site
By purchasing my own domain
And adding contact information
I love hearing from all of you!
And try my best to make this
Site
Navigational
And it’s information
Easily accessible

I also purchased
An old
Underwood typewriter
Recently

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I love old things
With ghosts
Maybe it’s just me
I don’t know haha
So you can definitely be expecting
More from it….
I hope you all are well
And I hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Ethan.