ignite

There are no words left. They've all been eaten.
Seriously.

No.
Words.

When we're dancing...

I get ideas.

It's been a while. Much has happened. Not too much. Just write this, write it. I'd so much rather hear Your thoughts and pretend I have none at all. You know the feeling you get when you want to take in everything around you but you're moving too fast so you are not able to see it all?
I really don't like tattoos!

Hah, this was a saved draft from a while back

I can try to describe the color of a flower

or how the wind feels on my skin


I never have


words can be crawling with emotion

but they can be cheap


actions are what matter

They're all that mean.

weep you no more sad fountains

new favorite song to sing

HIIIIIGH!

Although the nights've grown colder
and the leaves have fallen dead,

in the corner of my eye
there's a spriggy rose of red

Hago nada.

If faith without deeds is dead then I am a zombie.

WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not mine

Being alone, it can be quite romantic
Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic
A fantastic voyage to parts unknown
Going to depths where the sun's never shone
And I fascinate myself when I'm alone

So I go a little overboard, but hang on to the hull
While I'm airbrushing fantasy art on a life
That's really kind of dull
Oh, I'm in a lull

I'm all for moderation, but sometimes it seems
Moderation itself can be a kind of extreme
So I joined the congregation, I joined the softball team
I went in for my confirmation
Where incense looks like steam
I start conjugating proverbs
Where once there were nouns
This whole damn rhyme scheme's starting to get me down
Oh, I'm in a lull
I'm in a lull

Being alone, it can be quite romantic
Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic
A fantastic voyage to parts unknown
Going to depths where the sun's never shone
And I fascinate myself, sure I do
When I'm alone
I'm rambling on rather self-consciously
While I'm stirring these condiments into my tea
And I think I'm so lame, I bet I think this song’s about me
Don't I, don't I, don't I?


-andrew bird
what does it make you think?