Restlessness & Roots

Don’t worry, she ain’t runnin’…but it’s gonna be a long road ‘til she finds what she’s looking for. 

You’ve always known she’s a walking contradiction of restlessness and roots. Searching for a home that’s forever out of reach, instead endlessly searching through every grain of sand on that damn beach. 

Scarred by a life full of places left in the past and haunted by things never really meant to last. A maker of things she’ll only ever be able to understand, her plans really aren’t that thought out or all that grand. Some days she wears her pain with pride, while simultaneously using those marks to shield herself from the inside. 

A tempest of a thousand broken pieces at her worst and the calm strength of a still day at her best, most people are surprised to find she’s not really that complex. Perpetually stuck in the role of the thing all men think they want, but can’t truly handle...cause at the end of the day she’s simply done being some man’s damn vessel. 

So if you find yourself down on your knees, don’t go rushing back too quick to givin’ her a tease. She’s worth more than your boring old rhyme, instead tell her she gave you a good line and she’ll be just fine. Inspiration was always the one thing she was meant to provide, but now she needs to be on the receiving side.

Her heart belongs on the highway and her mind is always racin’ down some twisted back road, runnin’ down old ghosts and quickly crackin’ their codes. Seeking out things best left forgotten and desperately hungry to unfurl one last does of inspiration from this world…hell it’s the only high that really matters to her anymore. 

Don’t worry, she ain’t runnin’…one day she’ll realize it’ll be nice to not be tired for a while, so when her silver strokes your chest, know she’ll finally be at rest.