Each laugh I hear is a battle cry, announcing, “The world hasn’t broken me yet.” But on some days laughter isn’t enough, so I
decide to howl instead. I rear back, begin to bellow like a beast…and then they come for me, drag me away kicking
and screaming. A blow to the head and my world goes black…
The complex tears man asunder. What is simple heals him. Even if the balm be unctuous.
Went West with dust of haunted dreams in my blood. Stopped just short of where white caps crash against the sky. In Denver, just to get away, because I have to get away from something, just to kill some time, because I have to kill something.
I’ve lived through broken hearts and broken bones and broken dreams and broken teeth and broken homes and broken promises and broken silences and broken records…