where the windows go

it was like this:
that feeling of walking into a dark room and being blind. i stumbled. i doubted the reality of the things i touched. i begged to see. i needed to go somewhere else because this place wasn’t real.
then i realized my eyes had adjusted long ago and everything was clear. i no longer stumbled or doubted. i had been there all along.

ghosts
my god ghosts
all around and
they are all hungry
help me understand
please
how its slipping through
this storm in me
sleepwalking to your arms
and the ghosts
those unholy ghosts
are inside of me
using my mouth to sing

• Question: Do you ever miss me? - Anonymous
• Answer:

  if i knew who this was, i could answer honestly.

i am so happy. God, you are good.

the past is nothing compared to your present presence
here, in my thoughts, when i sleep and wake
in the swaying stomach of hope.
i smoke in vain trying to bring solidity
to the ghosts you left behind and are leaving
even now with fingertips light as whispers
and i know, even now, what i never knew then
that goodbye is never a promise

give me your eyes, i need sunshine

give me your eyes, i need sunshine

your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
- Wolfe Parade “I’ll Believe In Anything”

So while we’re living here
Let’s get this little one thing clear
There’s plenty of men to die, you don’t jump your turn

i have scars on my hands
from touching certain people
my tongue is raw and red
from saying sharp words i regret

i realize now why the streetlights all died
the winding roads shadowed with dust and sin
my footsteps they carried me out
they’ll just as surely carry me back in

all of this will hold you down on to the ground until you’re crawling on the gravel like a regular guy.

i’m starting to feel regular, guys. help

i can’t stop.
this house is drowning in the tide.
the windows are washed in waves blue and white.
my eyes are wide as sails, white as sails,
my muscles tense as ropes, my heart as hard as the hull.
we are sinking, all you creaking timbers of mine, we are sinking.
we are sinking.

(via reflexes)