13:13

13:13

I don't have the words to define it. I don't have a lyric to describe it. I'd love to say it was once not this way but that would be a lie.

I won't lie to you.

I hope whatever creeps in me never crawls across you. I hope this part of your Dad never found its way into your breath.

I've never understood it. I see so much beauty every day, so much life & hope. I see it. But it all fades. It always fades away before the sun ever finds a reason to settle behind the hill.

I want to grab those last few rays of light and wrestle them in. I want to slingshot myself over the mountain, into the bright, blind brilliance of squinting. I've tried for so long. They always slip through my fingers.

I would sell my soul one thousand times over to hold you. Just to feel your flesh and bone in my hands. Just to smell your hair and see you Blink. Both of You. My only two little moments of absolute perfection. My only notions of goodness.

I don't know what the future holds.

I don't know why some people are broken, some are patched, others are mended, and others yet are whole.

I Hurt. I don't want to hurt any longer.

I hope this never makes sense to you, because if it does... I'll have failed.

Be better than Me. Ignore the 13:13 that the clock never lets you see.

Love Songs or Alcohol

On your best day they'll love you and on you're worst day they'll hate you.

If they don't find one or the other, they never really cared to begin with.

That's what it feels like on the stage. Some nights you might find yourself a King and others you might find yourself a Pauper. It's an ugly gamble that you choose to make when you climb those three steps.

I say this because one day you'll start wondering and, knowing you as I have, you'll seek out the Why.

You don't have to sing better than everyone else. You don't have to play better than anyone else. You don't even have to give them something worth remembering. That isn't your job. Your job is to give them everything in you that is worthy of giving away. What they do with it is up to them.

Your Daddy has been there. On both sides of the bulbs.

There was a reason I put a full length mirror in both of your rooms. Ha Ha. There was a reason that Santa brought you instruments. He & I were in agreement. We both know what you'll end up chasing. It's in your blood. It's in your flesh. It's in your mind. It's in You.

Find a way to give them Love Songs or Alcohol.

That's what they're looking for.

Except when they're not.