The Life and Times of a Racing Mind
I accidentally started playing It’s Time in two different tabs and it basically sounded like this
This is the best accident ever.
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN SO PERFECTLY.
my sister and i listened to this together the first time, and when it was barely over, i was like “i hope you don’t mind if i play that again”
i promise, my twin sister and i just played that for the third time and sang the parts, and it was perfection
this is perfect
It’s back on my dash. I am still in love with this.
I still…don’t understand….how this happened so…FLAWLESSLY?! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. EVERY TIME. I PLAY IT AND THINK I’M GOING TO HAVE A MOMENT WHERE I’M LIKE “OOPS YUPP IT SOUNDED JUST A LITTLE BIT WEIRD THERE!” BUT IT JUST…DOESN’T HAPPEN! WHAT THE HELL?! THIS IS ALL DARREN’S FAULT
1. You will ache like you are missing bones. Let yourself ache. Do not search for the bandages, do not call an ambulance. The bones that have left never belonged to you anyways.
2. Your mother will call. She will ask about the ghosts in your home, she will ask if you need help getting rid of them. It’s okay if you want to hold on to the chill a while longer. It’s okay if you say no.
3. Make an extra cup of coffee in the morning, just in case he comes back.
4. Cry in the supermarket when you pick up milk and eggs and you realize you only need enough for one. When people stare, cry more. Remember the way he would have protected you.
5. Sit in the shower and pluck hair out of the razor he left behind. Search for blood. Remember the way he is only human. The way he bleeds, too.
6. Line up the pictures. Let your hands tremble. If you can’t hold a match yet because you might burn the whole house down, that’s okay. Let the the memories sit out in the sun. Watch the way his eyes fade when they are competing with the stars.
7. Do not let your sadness take the place of him. Depression is not a good lover. It does not know how to touch without emptying.
8. Call up your mother, tell her you are ready. Tell her you are done with being haunted. Let her rock you to sleep, let her heartbeat be enough of a lullaby.
9. Remember what love used to mean. The way your father’s arms were a door without a lock. The way you never needed to break in to get back home.
10. You are made of more than the places he touched. You were poetry before he wrote over your words, you are still poetry now.
11. You are not a single poem, you are poetry. There is a difference.
12. Stop living like you are a tragedy. You are not a tragedy. You are not a car crash. You are not a train wreck. Sometimes people leave, and it almost kills you. But it doesn’t. This is not a tragedy.
13. You were born and you were already enough.
14. You are still enough. You are still enough. On the nights you wake up feeling like you are nothing with no one there to tell you otherwise, you are still enough.