CONNECTED

we expected something, something better than before

we expected something more

you were always weird but i

never had to hold you by the edges like i do now

walk away now, and youre gonna start a war

whatever went away, ill get it over now

ill get money ill get funny again

this is the song that my dad and i sat inside his car in the driveway, wrapped up in the suffocating, muffled heat that blasted unseen fire into the brisk night cold, listening to. It was so loud it filled all the recent cavities in my heart, I didnt exist besides for the thrumming bass, the coarse chords of dad's harmonica, and the faulty notes of my attempt at singing. But I love moments like this with my dad, especially when I feel too much and drown in it, there is something so inexpressible about an abundance of emotions that sometimes i cant say anything, anything at all to do it justice

but this works.

We find so many blatant faults in others.
Actually, I dont believe in faults.

and I find hope and life in the places and people I least expected.

recently i have just felt so incredibly DIS