Nuts & Bolts

There are nights when I just stare blankly into the screen before me, and I know I'm at a loss for something. I know that I'm not happy, that I'm missing something important in my life.

Then I look over to the corner - I find those two empty photo frames, staring back at me, almost taunting me. And there I know exactly what's missing.

I don't have anything to be proud of - I have nothing with me now that can prove to anyone that I'm worth anything, and at times that depresses me so much that I find myself laughing as tears roll down my face. Then I beat myself up, because grown men don't cry. I play the fool and laugh more - it's my way of pushing my feelings aside, my way of convincing myself that I'm perfectly fine. My way of lying. Both to myself and to everyone around me.

I suppose I haven't grown at all. I suppose I still am just that little boy who doesn't know where he's going - the one who's still looking for someone's hand to hold onto before crossing the road.

Check out the video here. Not my kind of music, to be honest, but his guitar-work is still as solid as ever. I highly recommend watching it, if only to see his stupid face halfway through the song for a guitar solo.

Much love for my man, C. M. Nunis.

Can I get a "woot woot"?

Better now than never. Take chances. I damn well will, thank you very much.