sometimes it's all bigger than you.

sometimes al sparhawk will make you cry twice in public. sometimes you'll grab your friend's arm, trying to anticipate the inevitable, knowing that what's about to happen could very possibly knock you off of your feet. sometimes, even though your feet hurt so badly, you just want the show to go on and on and on and just never stop. sometimes you'll lose yourself in the blue lights illuminating mimi parker's hair against the red velvet curtain. sometimes when you think it's easy to bargain, it's easy to last, it really sounds like razors in your ears, that bell's been ringing now for years.


sometimes through the dust you feel that you must hear the strains of a dove. sometimes at the peak we reach to cue the strings, they ring so sweet, they lay in plain relief. sometimes i see you pound your fist into the earth and i've read your books, it seems that you could use another fool. and even sometimes, if you scream loud enough for long enough, i'll stop writing songs, stop scratching out lines, i won't have to think, and it won't have to rhyme.