Letters and words.

The problem

with loving music and loving people is that they inevitably grow intertwined. Your favorite albums become the property of a girl, and she takes them when she goes even if the record is tucked safely on your shelf. You lose songs to the sadness, and songs that used to fill the space with everything you wanted to hear are off limits.

It’s incredible,

really, how fast New Year’s resolutions can fall to the wayside.

A poem

I haven’t felt the urge to write a poem in a very long time; it’s probably been over a year. Tonight, however, I simply felt like writing. Maybe it’s the weather. Whatever the reason, it’s been a very long time and I hope anyone who actually does read this will go easy on me.

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It was not long before I was ten-and-nine

and past my prime

The years since have been as vertigo

and I as one upon a precipice

In their wake, I find myself old before my time

Bent at the back

Nodding off in the dusk

Bitter as fruit born of soil turned too many times

A fool I was in my younger years,

to think that they would stretch on for always

And a fool I am now,

to think that the sun has reached its nadir

Though my shadow may now fall onto the sea which first I knew,

there are many paths to walk before I rest

I will smell the sea I have not seen

before the sun takes respite in its waves

and sees my shadow meld into the night

Next Cover

allyhardy:

“Last Chance To Lose Your Keys”
I need a guitar player please =) 

If you’re coming home to NJ anytime soon, I’m all about it.