Braden, when you come home,
you will be reminded that hell and home start with the same letter.
I'm beginning to crack along the seams
foreshadowing my explosion.
like that sheet of glass we broke, remember?
shattering into a billion crystalline stars.
i want to be those stars, so u can see me when theres no more sun
i've been searching in this driftless area
waiting for your footsteps up the not-so-secret stairs
early morning creeping in, now its only silence
-i'm not who i once was.