Helen of Beale

i went wandering the other nite. to tell the truth i walked nearly ten miles, enjoyed a morning on a riverside, and crashed a friend's pool the next day to rest my feet. somewhere along the way i had some fun. the next day i remembered a highlight of the night, and drew this, which looks nothing at all like the girl i saw, my helen of beale.

Floundering Around

And still the words cannot be found

yes I’m floundering around

and though I walk alone I know that I don’t have to.

what must I do? Please make me want you…

there’s an aching in my soul

and my mind feels so old

the weight of the world’s too much for me

and You, you carry it so easily…

though the sun is shining;

though wind is calm

and beautiful

though this life’s worth living

I don’t feel the same at all

such a fool

surround myself with nothing,

I connect with no one

and when I do somehow I just mess up

won’t you please help me look up?

still I soldier on,

cause we’ll all soon be gone

and it’s love I need

it’s love you breathe

can I get some air, in here

drown out all these fears

and let me love…