I’ve spun the marry-go-round hard. Wrapped my legs around the bars, Trusting momentum, back to the air My arms flayed, chest to the sun. Vision blurred, head in the stars. What I haven’t done to feel. We’re the cradle generation,...
Cradle Generation
Short Song
Just something I’ve been working on… I clipped it together so it would sound like it’s finished. I’m not even really sure its all about the same thing… so good luck trying to make some sort of interpretation out of...
"Sometimes I lie just to be myself."
I found this, poem/narrative that I wrote six months ago and in retrospect I think it think it provides some perspective into the feelings I was having at that time. The title to this post is a line from another...