Some Things Are

There are times when one must turn inwards
Look for the meaning in their actions and words
Try to find their faults and put them to paper
Let them out from their mind
Revisit those flaws
Make plans to right them
Some things are meant to not be thought about
They simply are
Simply must be done

Reborn

It took time
A year
And a lifetime before that
And a lifetime after
This is another rebirth

Her

Why should I hate anything
Things aren't to be hated
Just people to be misunderstood

Always There Is Noise

I fill my life with noise
And I never really stopped to think why
And when I do actually think
I do it with the noise still going around me

I am an angry man
I am scared
I am naive and stubborn
And lazy
I never try to think about how others feel
And even in this I only write about myself

But with all the noise, I can pretend I am like him
And I can look down and pretend to understand
All while my ears and eyes and nose and bones are just filled with it all
And I can pretend I am not myself

Things

Life For Rent
Kid A
Speaker For The Dead
Call Me By Your Name
Arrival
The Left Hand Of Darkness

It's been awhile

I miss feeling this way
I miss feeling like I'm addicted
And that the world is a tiny place with only my problems to fill it
I miss the way you taste
And the way when you're embarrassed you bury your head in my neck
I really miss shutting out everyone else
And turning off my phone
And not caring what was happening out there
Because everything I care about right now is right here with me

I miss the laughter
And I fucking miss your eyes
And the way I can see the love in it
And for this short amount of time, we're all we need and want

But this is just a vacation
A few hours where we can travel back in time
To when the world was a smaller place
And we can look out the windows in our little submarine
And just laugh at all of them out there
Because right now, everything is just perfect

A Spin Around the Sun

I remember kindergarten pretty distinctly. For a long time I remembered it as an eternity. It must have taken at least four or five years to get through. Of course I know now it was just two. And some of it was just half days. But it felt like a whole lifetime. I met new people. I learned so much. I made friends. I got bullied. I had multiple teachers somehow. It felt so very long. Childhood was like that. Two hour roadtrip were ordeals. A day passing was an eternity. Tv shows were so long, and the commercials long enough to go off and do other things and come back and still have time to watch the toy commercials. Then as I got older, 30 minutes of tv felt like nothing. I could on a whim jump in a car and drive for three hours and think nothing of it. And now seasons pass like days. I look out my window and think how a year ago, I must have been in this same spot, looking at the same view, and thinking the same thoughts. Time just keeps passing faster and faster, and it bothers me less and less.