(It's Alright)

He said, “Settle down.” I will settle like the setting sun. I will settle like a chill in your bones. I will settle the score. I will settle like silt on the bottom of a pond. I will settle my soul somewhere else. I am not a dispute

It feels like a never-ending hallway where I find myself becoming a wanderer, waiting on you. I shall never truly meet you at the end; you were never meant to be there. It’s a broken clock because I will never know you in time. I would’ve loved you so well, if only I could have.

Crimson Tides have come and gone. The world’s on fire and it’s not the sun. Breathe in the ashes of time, the better days are behind. The voices that have sung the song are quiet now. They have come and gone. 

The Chicken or the Egg

Eclipse

Possession

Little heart, small hands to hold, big smiles to break the mold.Laughs that bring the moonbeams home.The days are numbered, lumbered and long.I will read one more story and sing one more song.You’re missing out on time, irreplaceable time.On all the beauty, you’ll own the loss of a once in a lifetime love,The treasure, and pleasure of being a guide.A beacon, a safety net, but I’m here.Mama,…

Dog-Eared

Arizona

We lost sight of loving a soul and not a face. Skin deep affection without substance on repeat. Slow hands and heavy beats. Apathy and regret live inside the bones, a body without a soul, a mind lacking a home. Living, loving in a loop of what ifs, broken wings that never fly, yearning for a place to stand still for a moment while the world spins out. Screaming into a void with an echo, monsters…