Backing out (Art and writing from the BB sessions, End)

I didn’t bring the poison and I didn’t bring the pain, but I’ve been walking through windows my whole life.

Big words make for big wounds, speak small and softly and we’ll live forever.

I only have myself to blame, I hung it out to fly, my heart is starting to dry. 

You have taken me into a bind within my own mind. I don’t have the backlog and categories to handle this again; love is fizzing and popping with effervescence. Loss is not an option, so I choose to stop before it starts.  

I should have known better, I should have looked within the guarded letter.

I brought this upon myself, my emotions now laid upon the shelf.

Jumping to conclusions is a dialect of illusions, I made a movie in my mind of things I wished, things I thought could be real life protrusions.  

If only I could have you rest your ear, plant your thought on my heart, then maybe you could eavesdrop and give audience to it’s harmony and hymn. Each beat an adventure, an allegory invented just for your comfort and indulgence. A pump in and a pump out

I didn’t bring the poison and I didn’t bring the pain but I’ve been walking through windows trying to find you, my whole life.

Goodbye

-Barta