summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all
how sweet is the day I'm craving a darkness
as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall
and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
how much longer dear angels let winterlight come
and spread your white sheets over my empty house
summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust
forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust
now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness
leaving as trace only circles of rust
and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
how much longer dear angels come break me with ice
let the water of calm trickle over my doubts
come let me drown
angels no fire no salt on the plow
carry me down
bury me down
and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
and the landscape of merry and desperate drought
once I knew myself and with knowing came love
I would know love again if I had faith enough
too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
so angels, inside is the only way out
-Drought by Vienna Teng
I'm starting to remember why I stopped blogging as much. I get frustrated by the lack of content that I actually manage to share.
I don't want to be shallow and boring. I'm not. It just rarely translates into these the Internets for other to see very well.
I spend an entire day analyzing some deep introspection of my own personal darkness that I might like to share, only to find the words and feelings lost once I get in front of the keyboard? And the best I can muster at the time is, "Gee, aren't we all glad it isn't so hot anymore?", or "Wow, who else is glad football season is finally here."
There was a time when it wasn't this hard to share my innermost with those privileged few. Even the things that I manage to share with Shannon lately, are sparse and shallow enough. Is that secret chamber getting darker? Am I losing touch with who I really am? Is it just the poison of a monotonous daily life and lack of sleep? Is it the feeling that some of those you counted as good friends at one time aren't really there for you anymore, and don't really want you to be there for them?
Who's to say?
In the meantime, however, I am stoked about legitimate NFL football starting
TONIGHT baby!