Baggage

You can act all proper
You can try and hold it in
Stick your finger in the floodgates
But you’re never gonna win

when your baggage
weighs a ton
you can hide
but you can’t run
from the dude in the mirror
and all the things you done

You act like someone else
And pretend it’s all a show
But the pain in your marrow
Is only gonna grow

when your baggage
weighs a ton
you can hide
but you can’t run
from the dude in the mirror
and all the things you done

Time marches on
That river’s gonna flow
And you’re stuck in yourself
Everywhere you go

when your baggage
weighs a ton
you can hide
but you can’t run
from the dude in the mirror
and all the things you done

Reblogged from Laughter hope sock in the eye’s blog

Simply put: “The less you pretend to be, the more you are.” – Queng We

Graphic Stimulation (29)

Aunt Jane

There was a large woman from Payne
Who was seldom known to complain
About the shape of her hair
Or the size of her head…
Until she awoke one morning
And discovered her husband had fled.

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The above was my first try at sketching a story-board graphic using the online program (appropriately named)PsykoPaint.