Simple Things

It's the simple things in life that matter...

That's why it hurts so much more when something little happens...because try as you may to suppress that feeling, it matters, every time she opens her mouth and talks about herself in the third person, or the way she eats her chips with a knife and folk, that built up frustration will get to you and destroy you...

Want an easy life? Keep it complicated.

Rain City

Last night it rained...

The sheer weight of the storm was incredible, and yet, when it rained, it rained so slowly. There was almost a peacefulness behind the violence of the downpour, a calmness and tranquility and even a bit of sorrow, tucked away behind that misunderstood ferocity that floods houses and tears trees apart.

Last night I couldn't sleep...until it began to rain.

Mad Forest

They say your work space reflects your current state of mind...

I sit here, between two white pillars, as they hold a once mighty guardian of the forest above my lap. Among me are empty glasses, a diary covered in dust, papers, money, little yellow reminders and empty promises, a lonely key, an empty wallet, and six half written songs which mark the extent of my accomplishment this year.

I sit here lost in a forest of my own shit

Spring is on its way...maybe I should clear out this dead landscape