Birds & Bones

Working on commissions is never fun…but it pays the bills and funds what I really love to do.

I feel doubt in my mind

I know I’ll be lonely forever

If I don’t make up this time

Everybody pushes for more

But not me, I still lay, sleeping on the floor

when I look at the ceiling I only see dust

While everyone else is on a hilltop admiring the dusk

If I could jump into the ocean and sing under the sea

I would choose to stay on land looking into the abyss

They say you only regret what you don’t know

My only regret is knowing what they don’t

You tell me your dreams of travel and flight

How you are going to make life and live with your wife

I can’t tell you my dreams, when mine are yours

You’ll think I’m a hack and tell me to leave

So I keep quite, dreaming of family tree’s

Tree’s growing tall and branching out, nearly touching the sky

But my tree will stay a sapling, innocent and green

I think all of these thoughts on my floor 

wondering if it’s worth sitting on the hilltop

I might be alone and in fear of the worst

But it must be grand watching the dusk

Instead of laying on the floor staring at the dust.

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who’s a dork? this girl.

who can’t flirt to save her life? this girl.

the mystery is gone, but the intrigue is still there.

Nothing more awkward than when the drawing class you’re modeling for is complaining about drawing your “Angelina Jolie” lips.

Ya, fuck you too. At least these lips are kissable…jerks.