Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. X: Member of Everything

Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.

Remind Me

Surrounded by words But I find myself speechless Surrounded by air But I don't have what it takes to breathe In, out, in, forget it I could write every step to the perfect mess In, out, in, forget it I got hooked and now there's a hole in the heart on my sleeve   Remind... Continue Reading →

House of Cards

When you wear your heart on your sleeve You build your walls paper thin I swear that doesn't make you weak Vulnerable is a heavy weight to begin   So why would you layer façade Made of wood, gasoline, and gin Someone will come to maraud You'll be burned down by the arson   So come... Continue Reading →

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