It feels like fire. Doorbell, the hateful.Brief clarity in the middle of the burning log. A baby bird, cracking the nut in my skull.
Keep it steady. Stay focused.
Hit the salt. Keep going.
Ill hide when the sharpness of the air turns to fog
-Maybe You, Probably Me
#Noise is the opposite of #Nothing, of #Emptiness. It fills in all the #Nothingness#Noise is how you know youre still #Alive. How you know youre feeling. And it feels good. Feels good to dig my nails into my palm. Feels good to grit my teeth. And it feels good to hear that ring
Sometimes you just find a tuning you melt into and you just fuck around with it doing the same basic scale over and over again dissociating into sound waves that bounce off everything and are everything and nothing, and god dammit how many times do I have to tune this epiphone??
🎶There's a spider
He's deep in my soul
He's lived here for years
And he just won't let go
He's laying around
He's got a mean bite
Now he's ready to fight
And stand up for what he knows🎶
Lucidity is a nightmare
But its a necessity.
Maybe you can find your way
out of the graveyard, and stop letting yourself be so haunted.
Because the ghosts never go away.
But its how you remember them.
Our heads are haunted houses, but they can also be memorial gardens.