If Your Heart Is Broken, Make Art

I Sit Before Flowers Hoping They Will Train Me In The Art Of Opening Up I Stand On Mountain Tops Believing That Avalanches Will Teach Me To Let Go I Know Nothing But I Am Here To Learn.

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean, Realize That Every Dark Cloud Is A Smokescreen Meant To Blind Us From The Truth

We Come From The Mentality, That Rarely Sees The Horror In Symmetry Or The Beauty In Non-conformity

What I Said Was I’ll Miss You What I Meant To Say Was I Love You What I Wanted To Say Was That I Meant What I Said And It’s Funny How All Those Things I Could Have Said Flooded My Head After We Said Goodbye And I Should Have Told You I’d Be Willing To Hold You Until My Flesh Crumbles Into Bone Because I’m Willing To Die Alone But God Knows I Don’t Want To Live That Way.

Sometimes Becoming Drug Free Has Less To Do With Addiction And More To Do With Sanity.