I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step but my fear is this prison
that I keep locked below the main deck I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right but they’re heavy and I’m awkward
always running out of fight so I’ve carved a wooden heart,
put it in this sinking ship hoping it would help me a float for just a few more weeks because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves
and run up on this beach come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
~Listener, Wooden Heart
these lyrics have inspired me a lot this past year. In the spirit of new beginning and letting go of the old, I think these pictures capture the same emotions the song evokes.
enjoy!
creative tip, deer antlers make great props.
they also make great back scratchers.
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