You can transcend. To get to a place where you are free, and able to dance.

BIRTHRIGHT from Sean Mullens on Vimeo.

Losing Touch.

New songs and old memories.
Sometimes in weakness, right before I wake,
my mind still drifts back to you.
How invincible we were.
And how our timing was never quite right.
Somehow leading to downward spirals.
Losing touch with reality.
With no safe point to return to.
No words could have saved me from what I didnt understand.
Will I ever be able to say goodbye?

If it's true you can see it with your eyes, even in the dark.

Remember that first day in November.
I was made brand new, and broken down by lifetimes.
In only one night.
I have lost my voice since then.

I'd like to talk on the phone again.
I have some things to say again.
The way I haven't been in a long long while.

Open Your Eyes.

You treat me differently now.
I will never forget the way you listened to me.
It was not a waste of time.
I've learned that there are many different colors of love.
Open your eyes.

I will not fight for your attention.
Second chances.
What I have left is a few good songs,
and another distant friend.
You'll ask me how I'm doing when you finally remember.
And I'll lie. Don't you worry, I'll lie.

So what is love, and who am I?

I am writing this peice for my writitng workshop class.
It's about my family vacactions in maine.
Or atleast, what I wanted them to be.
I left out the part about my parents divorce. And about how my sister hated me, and how my father and I couldnt get along.
And how I was so depressed that one summer, the feeling still haunts me late at night.
I left out the reason I stayed up on the beach that one night.
I didnt mention how I feel about the stars, and why it all started there, and ended there.
I disreguarded my mom completely. And how confusion and emptiness are overlayed with false excitement in each of my memories with her.
I am writing it the way I wish it would have happened.
My memoir has turned into a fantasy.
Where's the truth in that?

Someone's ringing my bell, in a room without a view.

I try to escape while I'm awake.
Only to come tumbling down.
Almost sending me back.
But I am caught.
And turned around,
turned around,
turned around.

Never Never Land.

Slowly revealing how human we are.
With far too much to run from.

Should I take another look,
who am I without you?

Only Escape.

I shake off the heaviness in my head.
I push myself a little harder toward something I'm not sure that I want.
Sleep drags at my mind.
My only escape.

Swallowed in the Sea.

Passenger seat tears unnoticed,
there is no comfortable silence.
People talk without saying much at all.

Everytime I find a way to feel whole again, it slips away.
Kind of like You did.

Nature's first green is gold.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower.
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost

Death is at your doorstep, and it will steal your innocence, But it will not steal your substance.

I looked in the mirror and thought 'Good enough'.
It seemed strange to me how people have organized the world.
When it was already laid out before our eyes.
How freedom is sometimes a contradiction, materializing with consequences.
When the price of what we want gets in the way of how we feel about it.
I wont allow myself to become limited.



The Reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself. -Rita Mae Brown

Within arms length.

No one else has ever made me feel so many different emotions at the same time. And each time we speak I can taste a little bit of how much you used to love me. And each time we say goodbye I remember that it can never last. I realize that you're everything I'm not. That you can grasp the world in a way I will never be able to. And to think that I never knew you were so great, when you were right within arms length.