after all these years, mewithoutyou. i recently read a post i wrote about them a really long time ago where i said i liked them best because "i feel like this guy isn't bullshitting me". that's what it is, most of all.

i like this poem.

and i like to imagine what a hammer sounds like against a giant pane of glass inside of the dead stillness of night. shattering. i see the swing and the hard metal hitting its invisible barrier, pieces of glass suspended in the air for moments of time and scattering, scattering, that cracking and loudness and crashes, crashes, hitting one another as they fall and...it's beautiful. it gives me the chills.

i'm not sure how i feel about much lately. it's a lot of mental working throughs. it's sort of a loss of words, not knowing what to say. but i guess it kind of sounds like glass breaking.