My Last Night at Home

I don't think my dog Dunkie likes being woken up at 3 a.m. He growled at me, his owner. Ridiculous.

Childhood Dreams

I'm at a loss for words

Speechless, sitting here feeling useless

Like a flightless bird

I was supposed to keep strong

Supposed to keep my sanity

But I guess I was wrong

I couldn't fly, couldn't fight gravity

I'm stuck on the ground

But I'm not sticking for long

I don't plan on fuckin around

But first, let me sing you this song

Open up your wings and fly

Catch your dreams drifting through the sky

Hold them close and never let go

and make them a reality

Do you remember your dreams as a little kid?

Those childhood dreams that you used to dream?

Do you remember the life you wanted to live?

Those plans that are now tearing at the seams?

Look at your life now

Where are you?

Are you on the right route

Or are you still on the move?

Pick up your dirty life while you can still save it

If you haven't given up your dreams, then spread your wings and take it.

I think everybody at some point, could use a good cry; like one of those cries where you breathe all retarded and you look like a fool.

I don't know why I think so but I do.

Maybe its because when you cry, there is a certain realization that didn't hit you before.

I think when you cry that hard, you realize your mistakes, the things you value, and the things you wish for.

I think when you cry, you are incredibly vulnerable, stripped of your defenses.

I think when you cry, you realize your imperfections. You realize your humility.

You are humbled.

For guys, its definitely difficult to cry like that. But when it happens, the melting pot of emotions embedded in your chest is glorious. It feels like a great weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

As I read this aloud, I realize how incredibly gay this must sound coming from a guy. But you know what? I don't take back a single word I said.