Slightly used fixer-upper.
“I AM SOMEONE”, he shouted into the void. Alas, the vacuum didn’t care. It just ate the words and turned them into silence.
Nothing beyond the headlights exists.
My old hometown is so far away, but inside my head there’s a record playing a song called Hold On.
We live and we die, we know not why
But I’ll be with you when the deal goes down
I was at your house, waiting for you to come home
The house was in a different neighborhood,
it was in a cul-de-sac
These dogs used to be mine,
I couldn’t remember their names
I kept pulling guns from my waistband,
I never owned them
There were dark clouds and the rain started
I had to shut the open windows
Your car appeared in the driveway,
but backed out when you saw me
Some of the windows wouldn’t stay closed,
all of the hardware was shattered
Rain was falling in the kitchen,
it was coming through the skylight
I looked for the rod to close it but it was gone
Water poured through the walls
These dogs, they looked familiar
I know that everyone has a blog and a podcast and is a social media influencer and all that jazz. I’m not trying to change the world or offer up anything that hasn’t been seen before. I’m just going to do my best to give you the most honest version of me that I think the world needs to see. Except on Tuesdays. On Tuesdays, I will lie and give you the most dishonest version of myself the world needs to see. Thank you in advance for understanding.