60 Quotes by Justin Wetch

A real patriot wont pretend everything is fineSit back in an arm chair and blissfully reclineWhile the streets burn I’ll point out the signsAnd maybe we’ll fix this country of mine.

These colorful polaroidsAre like magical portalsLeading to places, emotions, and peopleWho had slipped into the midst of the forgotten,Into the odd ether of willful omittance.

Love is just two peoplePlastering perfect masksOn each others’ faces;And it only lastsUntil the masks crackAnd the fantasy ends.

I look up upon a sparsely starred abyssHaving wandered to this street cornerIn the middle of the nightWatching the cars and people go byWonderingIf this deep, black nothingnessIs the sum total of being human.

I wish I could see butterflies burst from cocoonsWithout tempering my amazementKnowing all beauty eventually dies.

Sleepless nightsSpent looking at the ceilingSearching in those etched patternsFor some sort of adhesiveTo glue together the broken piecesOf a soul crushedBy the weight of the fact thatLife is profoundly sad.

Time is the cruelest of physicians, healingAll wounds, but always slowly, loopingA surgical needle through the mind’s flesh, experiencingTorment again over again, repeatingUntil anesthetics bring an end to feeling.

You brought me to placesI’d have never thought to goTo a trail near the riverWhere the water runs slow;To a mountain where all we heardWas our voices’ echo;You showed me inward beautyThat doesn’t show in photos.

There are seven billion faces smiling in as many waysBut if I don’t see yours, I consider it a wasted day.