hearts will inevitably break as they are wont to do,
you can stay away from love if you think it will help, but people will leave, and die, and betray
write it down. draw a picture. sing a song.
or do the english thing and go get laughed at by those that remain.
all manner of brainly ills can be cured with cups of tea, a particularly strong breeze,
or the words “i’m still here” even if the word that echoes is “still”
dwelling is the deadliest addiction of all. dwelling is sweet from the dwelling place, but remember it projects outwardly as bitterness.
move on. watch trees and count leaves,
if no one surrounds you, wait for the words “i’m your friend”
you’ll find them in familiar smelling houses and unclean mouths, sweet from morning pastries, don’t let that put you off
i have dwelled, people i don’t know, know me through two albums worth of my dwelling place. I have turned the things that burned me into product, and sold it with ribbons of cardboard, they’re not so scary then.
if your dwelling place has locked you in, look at the sky as the day is ending, it is filthy and orange and pink,
the sky is streaked with the sins of the day just been,
spattered and scrawled with car fumes and electric lights from another day of humankind’s inevitable folly.
go to sleep. all is well there
you’ll notice the world is now blue, the sky has recovered and smells of wet grass, no longer spilled beer and words not meant,
breathe it in. its another chance, and it happens daily. just for you.
go out and swim in the mornings fresh start,
as the cars rev their engines and begin to undo it all again.
don’t pay them mind, they need to take their owners to work,
this morning’s for you
move on, into its mystery.
why do we listen to albums like mine? why do i revel in poems meant for funerals?
because others dwellings are a comfortable fix, methadone for the weary soul,
like serial killers who’ve been dead for hundreds of years, and strangers houses
other peoples pain is always more beautiful than our own
count it, rub your hands on your face, check it’s still there, still looks like you
and move on
she still exists, i see her on trains, what a wonderful thing
you will get hurt
make beauty from your dwelling place
and look forward to all the chances to get hurt again”