Die like a rich boy...

The world is off without you. Anything with imagery of water and drowning sends me into my outward place. My safe space. It's not as much safe, as just empty now.

No one can touch me, reach me. Just the frequency delivered to my ears, with your words and your fears. I know them so well.

You're singing in the air, accompanying such a long lost stare out my window. I will not open it today. No air today.

You always made me feel less scared, less alone. Your humility and smile, understanding,  always seemed to get me home. So I keep playing your songs like My Backwards Walk and Holy on blast through my iPhone. 

You are gone now, for a while, but your music still gets me home. If you've never heard Frightened Rabbit... I feel like this one says it all:

I need to find somebody who can tear me away
From the car crying babies and switchblade days
The bark of the unemployment hounds
And the thought of the thick, white skull on the ground

I won’t die in the bony arms of the state
To be laid to rest in the wake of the faded town

And if the raincoats come to steal my home
There’s a big white house at the end of the road
I can see you wrapped in Egyptian thread
In a marble garden, immune to the mess

If you leave this world in a rhinestone shroud
We could finally make your father proud

If I leave this world in a loaded daze
I can finally have and eat my cake

 

I want to die like a rich boy diving
In a hydrocodone dream
You can die like a rich girl by me
Oh how the magazines will read
I ‘ll die like a rich boy bathing

In a milk bath I could drown

Want to die like a rich boy
Even if we’re as poor as we are now