spilled ink – Page 17 – Hayden Winston

Ode to a Friend

– In memory of Kyle Dubin

Run to this ryhythm,

Everything is free form,

Everything is water, light, and air,

We never really touch the ground,

Don’t let the rest of it bring you down.

some things forged, meant to fade

morning light washes the slate

Remember putting off comfort?
Cold hearts on cold nights,
Desperate to feel something.

Whiskey running through us,
In some place, we’d soon forget –
And yet, we danced as though it’d last forever.

When the fires began to die,
Tried to separate the truth from lies,
Reality from drug-induced psychosis.

Nonsense lives that left us bruised/cut open,
But all wounds mend,
We soldier on.

Down different roads,
Glad to have lived,
Glad to have grown.

All art is born from either joy or pain.

The way I find the words to choose

to retell all these memories is no exception.

i. us
those nights, wine – spilling our souls.

ii. je suis?
this could all be a dream.

iii. astronaut
i want to swim in space.

iv. space
hold me closer, not too close.

v. hereditary
what if monster is a gene?

vi. where’s the camera?
tell me I did something sweet…

vii. clouds
all of your thoughts are raindrops.

viii. goals
the ocean never misses the sand.

ix. hideaway
where all our secrets lay safely.

x. dawning
genius is not born of air.

xi. fire escape
climb with me, the highest heights.

xii. guitar
no worries, i am always here.

xiii. las vegas
alive with you, until the morning.

xiv. train station
all beginnings start with a journey.

xv. home
never been happier in one place.