Home Again // The Disco Biscuits


I am a bird bound to nothing but the sky itself. Life can be heavy when it should be light. Is this philosophy? Or am I just floating..

I never question my confidence anymore, nor do I think anyone should. When you recognize how beautiful you are, your soul frees itself from any barriers or inhibitions. We are all just stardust. It’s so simple that we try and rationalize it with confusion and mystery. It’s life. Glorious each wayward day, yet mad for it’s own existence.

When I get low, like, lower than one should ever get, I remind myself of the way I can make people laugh from deep in their bellies. What my memories are made of is like a scrapbook with all the remnants of Neverland.

I’ve traveled all over this beautiful country building fires on top of volcanoes while sleeping next to craters formed by explosions from our ancient sky. I drank whiskey til my eyes watered while attempting to chop kindle. The soles of my feet are weathered and blackened from walking barefoot in every direction: winter, spring, summer and fall. My eyes have seen the bluest waters known to man where I’ve dunked my head deep in it’s salt and tried to imagine breathing. I’ve climbed mountains and swallowed the cleanest air, while having surfed both of our sibling oceans at each coast. Summer nights are like a dream; never enough hours even when my eyes have wanted to fall out of my head.

Moonshine is a thing of my past, present, and future. Seeing live shows while running through the crowd on Mollie makes me believe the night is my playground. Sprinting from rooftop to rooftop while lalala’ing is a constant source of enlightenment. I curse the wind when it bites me, but never when a man does. My home is where I laugh the most, where my brain is expanded, where everything out of sorts just falls into place. Sometimes it’s just for a night, sometimes it’s at the base of a waterfall, and sometimes it’s when I’m naked on my back trying not to think about the rising sun.

Glorious times call for glorious measures. I will take anyone under my wing who never wants to miss a moment, and I welcome the unbound to hunt me down. I love life and all of the ups and downs, but more the ups because I like jumping from stars to planets and never having to swallow the You Missed Out pill.

One thing’s for sure. I’ll make you cringe from exhaustion, make you multiply all the energy you have into bundles of tens, make you hit and punch walls from frustration, and make you curse from pleasure right when you can’t handle anymore. This I can promise, but I swear that it will be worth your while.

Call it what it is, I’m not excusing my behavior ever again.

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