Have I found you, flightless bird?

"Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down"

I was painting
and this song came on today. I sat here and cried.

The timing to all of this is so ironic.

I am at a tipping point.

The feeling is exhilarating.
I have worked so hard to get myself back on
the path; that I once wandered so terribly far from.

And wow.
wow.
wow.

wow.

This IS torture and bliss all in one breath.
and I am creating from the part of me that I thought was so far gone.

There is no turning back. There is no something else.
This is it.

and I'm so ok with it whatever it is!

Iron and Wine
Flightless Bird, American Mouth


I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Kissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down