i like vintage and antique styles. i like possibilities and probabilities. i like mountains and oceans. i want to live out west. i live for love and reason. i write, i photograph, i read, i listen, i am.
"hold your own, know your name, and go your own way. everything will be fine."
-jason mraz
hollow
we are hollow entities
of things we have not done
yearning for the break
in air that fills our lungs
so we can run
away
so we can hide
from want
and leave our souls in shreds
tethered to our hearts
we are hollow beings
we know not where to start
we break the message in our minds
and fumble with the part
of living in existence
and healing our lost wounds
we break apart in midair
and scatter on the shore
we are hollow monsters
scaring off our hopes
in time we grow sharp fangs
lest we should feel inept
to make the right decision
to put our hands to work
and marvel at disaster
we caused without trying first
we are hollow people
without a path to follow
relying on a dream to large
to give our bodies hope
but we are here together
to wonder at the world
how time has managed
to put us here
and let us wander
earth
At Last- Neko Case
I can say that I’ve lived here in honor and danger
But I’m just an animal and cannot explain a life
Down this chain of days I wished to stay among my people
Relation now means nothing, having chosen so defined
And if death should smell my breathing
As it pass beneath my window
Let it lead me trembling, trembling
I own every bell that tolls me
the whole world’s upside down.
Look on down from the bridge
There’s still fountains down there
Look on down from the bridge
It’s still raining, up here
Everybody seems so far away from me
Everybody just wants to be free
Look away from the sky
It’s no different when you’re leaving home
I can’t be the same thing to you now
I’m just gone, just gone
How could I say goodbye
How could I say goodbye
Goodbye
Maybe I’ll just place my hands over you
And close my eyes real tight
There’s a light in your eyes
And you know—yeah, you know
Look on down from the bridge
I’m still waiting for you
the ring
It’s hard to imagine
Your silver wrapped around anyone else’s finger
The way you glint in the sun
Anywhere else in the world
I know you came from hands
That I will never know
Hands that brought you here
And left you for me
Hands that carried you
Places I will never know
As you lived a life
I will never live
And you will leave my hands
For someone else’s
And your journey
Will be longer than time
