So this little guy is Jonas. If you ever thought you loved someone, wait until you have a child, then tell me about the greatest love you've ever had and how it pales.
8.25.2007
8.18.2007
old stories
So I was looking through old songs, poems, lyrics and stories just to get something up here and I realized that anything that goes up anyone could read. This makes it a little awkward surprisingly. I've played in front of thousands of people sang hundreds of songs I've written and I still am afraid to post them up here for fear of criticism? Perhaps I have lost a little confidence in this last year. I'm not playing shows either right now, maybe the idea of anyone judging based off of these is a stupid one.. or just a human reaction.
So here's a comment to myself in one of these mindless meaningless break ups that are supposed to teach us about ourselves. I think this happened in '01? '00.
there's not really moments here that hurt, just times that move slow. Dayto day minute to minute, catching your thoughts before they change tosomething a little less morbid but never really thinking of anything atall. It's amazing, so simple and so unprovoked. Every corner, every littleplace to hide turns to where you started. There's not really a way or achance to stop you - more just move through it. Push, pull, whatever ittakes. Like I said before, this is where minutes turn in to days and hourspass before you realize they're gone. going on and on, but probably worse,is that it does not stop. It starts over again and again - and again. Everylittle corner, every hiding place your heart keeps it close, your mindbrings it home. Seconds, minutes, hours on my mind - what I wouldn't givefor a moment that doesn't last. A single - just one that didn't last. Crazyisn't it? talking myself through this kind of creating what I've beendescribing - the smart thing would be to ignore this and move on - but this- this is a moment that lasts.
So here's a comment to myself in one of these mindless meaningless break ups that are supposed to teach us about ourselves. I think this happened in '01? '00.
there's not really moments here that hurt, just times that move slow. Dayto day minute to minute, catching your thoughts before they change tosomething a little less morbid but never really thinking of anything atall. It's amazing, so simple and so unprovoked. Every corner, every littleplace to hide turns to where you started. There's not really a way or achance to stop you - more just move through it. Push, pull, whatever ittakes. Like I said before, this is where minutes turn in to days and hourspass before you realize they're gone. going on and on, but probably worse,is that it does not stop. It starts over again and again - and again. Everylittle corner, every hiding place your heart keeps it close, your mindbrings it home. Seconds, minutes, hours on my mind - what I wouldn't givefor a moment that doesn't last. A single - just one that didn't last. Crazyisn't it? talking myself through this kind of creating what I've beendescribing - the smart thing would be to ignore this and move on - but this- this is a moment that lasts.
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