“‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself you see.’”
- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
“ It baffles me how blithe I used to be about sticking my hand into that dark place. How blithe I was about shutting my eyes and sleeping.”
-Etgar Keret, Hat Trick
I wish I would have heard the words
I whispered in my head
With our backs turned in your bed
I was dreaming.
I thought that I believed the words
You whispered in my ears
Bodies coaxed away the fears
We’re deceiving
Drifting Predilections
I wish I would have heard the words
I whispered in my head
With our backs turned in your bed
I was dreaming.
I thought that I believed the words
You whispered in my ears
Bodies coaxed away the fears
We’re deceiving
Conceptual clusterfuck of ideas with stock photos via MS paint.
I’ll be painting this out within the next few days and using it to decorate an amp for Accidental Seabirds.
Her bones pierce the surface of her untouched skin.
Sometimes I imagine her soul is in there,
pining to break free of a disconcerting body.
A Body made of unrequited lovers.
A body governed by a hollow desire.
A body was all she had left.
Mute the morning bird filling your ears with song.
Send your brothers off for everything they’ve done wrong.
Looking for answers we’ll never find.
Looking for love with eyes blind.
