Someone reached out claiming to be in the music industry and they very well could be.

They asked if I had ever considered songwriting. I hadn’t, but curiosity always gets the best of me, so I challenged myself to write a song. This piece came in one wave. Today I wrote it in 30 minutes.

Dark, yes, but darkness comes easily, and the words just pour out.

This is my first song, 'Six Months and One Day.' Unlike most of my work, which reflects on my own life, this piece is completely made up.

It’s been six months since I sang a song 

Can’t remember the last time I saw the sun 

You left me 

Can’t remember how long I’ve been staring at this gun

You said I love too quickly 

that you couldn’t love me 

I came off sickly

It’s been six months you’ve left me alone 

Memorized the message you left on my phone 

Can’t remember the last time I felt this alone 

You left me

I want to stay in that day 

lying on blue-green grass 

Sun beaming down 

we sing our corny tune

I think to say I love you 

but you beat me to it 

I hear the words 

I love you

This is the place I yearn to stay 

This is the place 

and I know the way

But it’s all a dream 

awoken each time by my own screams 

You left me

It’s been six months since I saw color 

My life is gray and bleak 

I followed you the other day 

Saw you caress her cheek

Don’t know how long I’ve stared at this gun

It’s been six months and I’ve lost my will to live 

I followed you again 

you saw me 

ran up to me and said: 

Go on. Do it. 

You have nothing to give

Six months and one day 

And I’m still here 

Staring at this gun

Six months and one day 

Nothing’s undone

Six months and one day 

Still here still

staring at this gun