I'm acting like I'm writing because output seems so sweet. It reads like therapy. But I'm choosing my words wisely and folding them at the corners. It reads like mercy. You are so passionate and dirty. We are uncomfortable and messy, but nothing of depth or of beauty is ever easy.
I'm counting every beat of every word of every measure it's embarrassing. I'm acting like I'm laughing because I'm trying to be present. It reads like fiction. You are so focused. You are so measured. Do you ever feel lonely? Or maybe not lonely, but if you don't peel back the layers (because I don't peel back the layers), does it displace you?
As we're walking through the city our heels hit the concrete and echo off of buildings. It sounds like drifting. We trip on words, we're so unsure, we're a house of cards that's shaking. It reads like poetry.
We're all so specific.
credits
from Cradle to Cradle,
released July 11, 2012
Words and music by: Brent Dixon
Strings: B. Sterling Archer
Produced by: Brian Douglas Phillips
Rattletrap Audio
Mastered by: Nick Landis
Terra Nova Digital Audio, Inc.
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