the exhaustion of
an easy life
Perfection
leaves no room
for growth
and just like thatÂ
we’re right back at the beginning,
it looks like how i imagined
the end might appear.
it has been forced to my attention
that i pick apart pieces of memories
and splice them back together
Making a movie for myself
where i am a character i can love,
someone i can find agreeable.
the truth of it really is
that words sometimes spill out of my mouth
without any thought or filter.
and i am continually surprised
that anything i say ever means anything to anyone.
maybe if i could learn to take myself seriously
i would be much more cautious when i spoke.
Tektite.
I shoot bands.
My friend Reid of Mad River
Absinthe
makes the heart
grow fonder
