emptyharbour

lonely at the only
clawing through the smoke
the poets are so hip they don't even write poems
if i knew what was wrong i'd let you know
buy me a drink I don't want to drink alone
so full of worry i just need to sleep
its not that i've been crying its just that my eyes leak
if i knew what was wrong...
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Visiting the remains of our childhood, our family, our house and our home. Slinking sense of regret, though only in a way we can both smile at. Things worked out, didn't they? I chase you, laughing, around ancient cedars and the stunted pine. This is what it felt like, to be alive, then. What it feels like, to be alive, now. I am glad for...
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Had enough of these useless sunsets

I'm writing "I know the fault's all mine", but please stay strong.
If they remember me, will they forget the meaning of why I came so far to drown?
I'm forgetting it myself.

Weak heart for a weak man.

I'm not enthused, impressed, or really even interested anymore.

Bye, for awhile.

It snowed here, which is a fairly rare occurance. I left my home on the prairies to come here and escape winter... so to get shitty cold and snow now is a bit of a kick in the ass. Oh well. It'll melt soon enough, I hope.

Band practice in 5 hours, and I'm too eager to sleep. How excited this crap gets me is...
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Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Cardiomyopathy.

In simpler terms, my ticker seems to be fairly fucked. Fun times with an electrocardiogram and an echocardiogram ahead. Blood tests, ahoy.

Dammit.

Ach...

So Sarah did wonders on my hair, and I'm now a colorful bastard. The first real time I've bothered to have a little fun with it, and I'm not too much a chuff to admit I love the results.

Wow, my first comment left, from a dazzling SG no less. I feel strangely elated and more than a tad dorky all at once. I...
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Endless grey clouds today. I want the fog to come back, I want the rain to pour down. I hate this melancholy bullshit weather. Make it worth my while to get out of bed in the morning. Everybody loves a storm.

Sold a guitar, bought another one. Paul Reed Smith now has his claws in me. I've finally reached the point where my gear is...
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