a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

saint bernard

the album is titled
"a constant state of ohio"
whatever that's supposed to mean.

a song on the record
speaks of saints.
reminding me
how ungrateful i can be.

though i'm not one for God,
the sorrow of disappointing one
seems to soak through me.

the chorus warns that they're worried,
but there are no saints left to assist me
so i do what i do best,

sing.
howl & bark for forgiveness
from God.

a wet dog,
sat out in the rain.
begging for the relief of

drier floors
padding against socked
feet and bare paws,

as blood trickles
through my shattered teeth.

wanting love from others,
but being afraid to love myself.

am i going to be saved?
am i haunted,
of holy?
is there a way to be both,
an echo in between?

the constant tug of war
between fact and belief
was always the hardest thing for me.

is He to be
or not to be?