“these are our words, we fill these mouths
but all the letters of the alphabet could never spell it out
these palms and frames that we tear through
to cling to something that is bigger than the failed attempts at you”
Ah… Tomorrow. I hop on a plane and fly halfway across our country. I will finally step foot outsided the airport in Texas. Sadly it will be into a taxi to the hotel where I will stay until it is time to fly out. So really, will I have been to Texas when I get back?
Well while I am there, with something like 690 in the room with me, I shall look for God. Not my normal type of looking. I want to see.
Time for destruction and creation. Time of death and birth. Let it come.
drink with eyes that tell us the answers that we need”