i live in the lyrics.

it’s funny,
the things remembered most
too often,
i exist in a dream-like state,
pictures flooding in
because some song on the radio
insisted that i hadn’t reminisced 
in far too long
like, the way hank williams songs
remind me of learning to drive
a stick shift
in the pasture behind
my great grandparent’s house
or how when incubus plays
i’m taken back to that night
in the biting wind
when we stood against the stage
and sang our hearts out
to every song
or like whenever
strawberry wine
comes on the radio,
i suddenly find myself
under coral skies,
moments falling like petals
from dandelions
memories echo in every line
and i get lost in the 
every single time
– ashley jane

Lingering Demons

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I know we all have demons
You’re mine,
with your clouded soul
all bound in smoke
and your penchant
for diving into the dark
We are two halves
of a melancholy heart
that together are dangerous,
but still
I find myself struggling
to fall asleep,
caught between these dreams,
feeling the press
of your absence,
despite the fact
that your ghost
still lingers on,
a silent shadow
haunting me from
those old songs,
each one seasoned
with your memory

Breath of Words© 4/21/17

photo by Jared Tyler