See the beauty in life's simple pleasures.

The Crick

My Friend Whiskey

A little ditty concerning the ramifications of major life changes and isolation.

Trepidation encompasses me when I realize that solidarity leads to tragedy;
Clarity eludes me still.
I thought that by moving I would find what I sought,
Find myself, find a lover, and forget what I've lost.
But I guess I can't expect state lines to do something that I can't.

Well I found a roof to put over my head,
And a job that I hate--but hey--it pays the rent.
And I guess that's all I can hope to do.

I'm afraid of being alone because it's something I never have done.
And I don't wanna  feel like this forever.

And so I looked everywhere from tarot cards to crystal balls.
And everywhere I saw the solution it dissolved,
Into a wisp of smoke that blackened my lungs.
I was it down with a bourbon that could burn off my tongue,
Cause I hate my reflection, this pallid complexion.
So I keep adding bottles to the collection, of shards at my feet
Because the people I meet, 
Are all nice enough--but so distant it seems.


Trepidation

All by my lonesome. Hit me up.
I'll reward you with a taco made of non-existent material. I promise.


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