confessions of a confused critic

put down your paper plate
come to the table made
deep blue china
found on the table by the wine
so fine

it brings out flavor
like you bring out color in life

oh, i miss you so
the feel of forever
oh, that taste i know
it hurts to remember
unfortunately high
ironically dissatisfied
i miss you
i miss you

oh, i miss you so
the feel of forever
oh, that taste i know
it hurts to remember

i had a fleeting thought this morning
and i mentioned you today
it breaks my heart just to know you in part
and not to be with you where you are

what would God look like if He took the form of a man?

and once again, one last time, i walk down this road. feeling the world breathe under my shoes, the cold slipping into the warmth of forever. the flakes dissolving away, contemplation illuminating every branch. let's indulge in a little bit of comfort, a little bit of sad, a little bit of loss. watch it erode away the corners of my heart, and all too long, the music accompanies me in my gaze. i could never explain. finally feeling the same confusion i've only had too many times. don't believe in my words, believe in what i'm trying to express. a moment of sweet, an aftertaste of bitter. i want to hear the books speak to me again.