There’s that heavy weight again.
That lingering desire,
To put those pieces back together.
Pushing, shuffling and restructuring,
Fidgeting and fretting until it resembles something I desire it to be.
Still unable to quantify the attention to minor details,
And no amount of manipulation seems to be comfortable,
If there’s a moment of clarity,
I wish time would slow down long enough for me to feel it
However it’s easy to think I’m at my best when closest to the bottom,
Circling the drain and scraping the surface.
I’m probably still unprepared to hear it,
But somewhere in between is where this course begins to correct.
That need to undo the things that are not in my control loses precedence.
If it’s possible to repair what’s broken,
It’s better to use those pieces to build a home with you.
Instead of wasting the moments we have left,
There’s still time to look forward,
To wherever it is we go from here.
"The Sound" The Plot In You
"Everything Belongs" Thrice
"Sour Breath" The Devil Wears Prada
"Dark Pools" Circa Survive
"Capella" Everything In Slow Motion
"Infinite Chances" A Lot Like Birds
"The Ocean Grew Hands To Hold You" The Wonder Years