Being Lost While Found

 “Seasons shift, the air changes, pressure builds in the atmosphere. Clouds as gods in the heavens travel over us- just as uncaring as the worshiped divines. They simply disperse their abundance of greed on the earth and the tiny beings that live below cry for joy or fear or confusion. The clouds do not care of our noise and simply move on. Uncaring gods in the sky.” -Quill

  “I wish I could write in lyrics that sound like a song. So I could build a mantra or a melody to keep my heart beating to. But the cacophony of the orchestra of my mind leaves me wondering if I can even hold a tune.” -Quill

  “Made of coiled string and rubber- I strapped myself together to hold onto life a little longer, but the constriction of what I defined as life keeps me here, in this grasp of the past that I can’t shake. To open a seam would spill memories. My casing of bands and knots choke me but I learned to live without breathing.” - Quill

"Roll with the punches, as life's boxing partner I can confirm that the amount of knockouts you can take before getting back up again gets less each time." -Quill 

"The bruises in my blood become my ink, stories from wrinkles and highways that I didn't travel myself. I saw the road signs but I forgot to count the exits and now I am running low on gas far out of town, high up in the mountains, to take the car off the cliff might be the fastest way to go home." -Quill  

"Diminish myself to the point of nothing. A bottomless pit swallowing all light and sound, even being in a vacuum is too loud compared to my mind. Compressing every emotion until it's needle thin, razoring tongue in lashes until the blood drips into my lungs. Swallowing myself until I clot and fold and crease; a paper crane left on the edge of a empty bed. A prayer left unanswered." -Quill 

“Pale tranquil stones to skip across the rapids, swallowing the tender grey whole, and spitting river onto my boots. Showing one has a hole and the other, two. The silty water sinking into my boots; dragging me down with the current" -Quill