A Sleep on the Floor

Foosball Addict. Musician at Heart. (Currently home, writing a new album with the band, and myself.)

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- Feb 28
February 28th, 11:18 AM

The process starts - like clockwork
It’s calculated now; thoughtless
And inseparably flooded with thought

I make my rounds
Like a garbage man with separation anxiety
Collecting all things that remind me of you

We start small - slowly
The sentimental card, the pictures
I skim the surface of things that remind me of you

I look around - deeper now
My hands, my face, my voice, my heart
I pack them away - I pack myself away

Now I’m alone - in a colorless room
With everything that reminds me of you
Where this process will begin again

Until there’s nothing left
That reminds me of you
Until there’s nothing left - of me
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These are my thoughts, experiences, and some things that keep me going; From the road, from home (Long Island), and wherever in between that may be.

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