Polaroid

I want to view my life in vintage. Old colors running and tripping over each other. Life can be like a Polaroid. You hold it and shake it and still nothing happens. As time goes on the colors and forms become more clear. You hold in your hand the white bordered beauty, the beauty that will become your future.

Just keep staring, keep waiting. It’s happening and unfolding before your eyes.
The image sharpens and another step before you appears. Move, go with it, take it. Force your feet to follow the path that is coming into focus with your brand new eyes. Feel the warmth of the photo in your body.

The picture is complete and now you can look back on it. No longer is it a process but a product. It is history now, and you smile because you waited. You didn’t smear with your fingers or cut the time early. Now grab your device and go find the next opportunity to take a picture.

island2

Where did all the excitement go? Do you ever just want to get away? To leave in a jet plane or run across the ocean to some island in the middle of nothing. We speed through our lives at 90 miles per hour. Yet sometimes you don't even notice. If the windows are up and the music is off it could feel like we're motionless. I want to sail, sail away to an island. Let paradise refresh your soul and gain some contrast in this grey life. Oh just to lay in the sand in the sun on that island, and let everything else drift away.

Just go, to some far off place, where no one knows your name. I want to start from scratch and learn it all again.

Island1

Ooooh, the ship is leaving. I don't know when but it feels soon. The wind will take you to the island, the place to get away. What's on your island? Will it have a beach or be filled with snow? It's yours, and you can do with it what you want.

The sails are open, and I smell the sea's air. We have the music loud on our ship, and I can tell fire is already waiting to warm us.
What do you want? To soak in the sun? Wealth? Or just some change?

You see your paradise there in the distance. And more water splashes on your face.
What do you see on your island? Just leave your city, without a trace.

My bags are already packed, should I bring you too? No worries and the cares are few.
Come, come to the island with me. The trip is short and the ride is free.

Snow, Christmas

What are these things falling around me? Are they pieces of snow or just my friends collapsing? Should I fight for you, in the wind and the cold? Or should I sit here looking out our window gazing at the snow? Why do you do the things you do? Your racing towards your destruction with a smile on your face.

Yet the room is dark and I sit here alone. Who do I imagine being at my side? Oh the dim lights barely light these keys, and I sit here with my screen. I want to help you, just grab my hand. But I think again, am I strong enough to pull it up? Not by myself, not by myself.

The packed ice hits the window, I hear them calling me. What will have an effect? I pull the headphones over my ears. Is this for my life or theirs? The relaxation sets in again and my legs can't move. Do you hear me? Another struggle between my problems and theirs, the same conflict in the same place in the same head.

When you fall you do you look to? Should I laugh as your excuse for a foundation crumbles? Just come on a ride with me and let me show you what its like. Really give it all a chance.
Ride through the white flakes falling and stop faking that smile. Spread your arms, let me see you happy. Open up wide your eyes and take it in. Find the song you lost, the reason you gave up, the one who you are missing.