i used to feel alright.

Life is hard. Spit in your face, punch ya in the gut, and a little bit more. No good time is actually good, it's a temporary time to forget about all the suckiness. People around me aren't in good health, things in my house are breaking, I'm being pushed to my limits, working overtimes and weekends, I'm getting yelled at and relationships are all over the place. I'm hearing the worst of things, and trying to hold myself and everyone else together. Vet bills are expensive, and so are groceries..

Then, I heard this song. Took me to a temporary time, to forget. Oh man, forgetting is the best. Go ahead. No shame in crying on the dance floor.

CLOSED DOORS.

Closed. Open. The door swings.
In comes you, breath short, he brings
Himself in asking how are you's and what's and where's
Long gazes and questions with blank stares
Opened. Close. The door swings.
Thought maybe I missed the phone rings
New and improved, tired and lost
Forgot
Mood shot
And what not
And who not
And who's new
And new shoes
And issues
And what have you's and misuse and wrong choices and right choices
And loud voices and mixed noises
Stumbles and falls and missed calls.
Closed. Open. The door slams.
Remember which way and how fast we ran
Remember which borders and which trips and all that shit
Throwin' fits, bloggin hits and all just to open.. and close.
My back hurts, the world is heavy.
Work hard, be ready.
Anonymous texts have already started.
She's terrified from the last time you parted.
The door's yours. The floor's yours.
You have, the floor.
Say what you mean, mean what you say. Be a better you. I'm bettering me.
Opened. Close. Closed. Open. Opened. Closed. Opened.

Stand up. Land on your feet.
Stop the door, it creaks.
Open.
Close.
Op-

SLOW SANGIN AND FLOWER BRINGIN'.

Some people are born with it, and maybe she was, but Kalliane is also constantly putting an amazing amount of time and work into her craft. If you haven't witnessed it yet (and even if you have!), this piece will make you adore her that much more. Her creativity is always inspiring. Watched this artist in awe.

le bar me laissant seul

Que le ciel me tombera sur la tête, et que l'alcool me manquera.. Ca plane pour moi..

WATCH YOU FROM AFAR.. I JUST CAN'T STOP

There are certain people that come into your life. And they just hook you. They hook you.

I've been on a love tornado for years. And I remember where the storm started. It was at a party. I just knew this guy was it. We've had ups, and oh lord, we've had downs. We've broken up and found each other again. He got really sick and told me he wanted me to take care of him, and I just.. I just knew that I wanted to take care of him for forever. Something about his voice on the phone, you know. Just that voice that tells you they need you. It feels so crazy to be needed. I never want that feeling to fade.


So. As the tornado continues, there are songs that simulate the feelings he gave me, and the feelings he gives me. This song is it. This song makes me hope that the storm never clears.

.. and if suddenly i die, i hope they will say..

I'll write you into all of my songs.

.. cuz' we're going downtown. And we feel like running around. Is it really this fun when you're on my mind?