well… it looks like thats it… this past year has been great and i thank everyone who has supported it… i may go back to manuel tweets if i can free up my schedule but nothing is certain…

until then… goodbye for now

tired faces from wasted places riding under avenues

its a saturday night in june and im waiting by the tracks to get out of this place

theres no light, darkling night, there is no light

mother earth fades and rusts, as her child and us fall fall fall

dig deep beneath your filling, theres an animal waiting that must come out

when you love these broken bones, can you feel them mend?

there were bats above circling, while the boy simply stood

surrounded by scholars of a friendly nation, regrets and cigarettes smoked at the train station

frozen roads of cobblestone lay dead in the winter, the nightjar mumbles pecking at the cracks

i was astonished to see that everything was a lie

im not trying to be much of a person right now, im just trying to get some sleep

in drowsy woodland where there is no light, and a pale moon waning over darkling sights

now theres something about the language, something about these people that look an awful lot like me

keeps wandering on familiar shores

death breeds wisdom, hear the angels speak, youre an animal and im a freak

im unsure whos values im living by, always looking outward, always looking back

when you look at this old soul, is he trapped in the teeth of his tears?

when you dream about your lovers laugh, is he able to smile?

hooded hawks in the night, perched on city stoops