that great big "great big paradise up in the sky" up in the sky

walden freeman

if the status quo
becomes the statues queue
will the lines begin to shift
will the angles be obtuse?
will the pain become acute?

if we rebuild our castles
with stained decks
of cards
will we miss all the cues
we've been waiting for?

i never thought i'd live to see me happy being happy

or pile up night
after night of unused prayers
whispers of hope
wasted time wasted
some of us never get the chance to make it anywhere

oblivious to the soundtrack of my silent film
excuse for a life
i decided to rename the two sides of my body
black and white

now independent films infiltrate both of my eyes

deadnote

i love it.