it's not me by Hawksley Workman

it's not me. i don't usually do this. i'm not normally like this.
so where have i been then?
it's not me. where have i gone? how long ago did i leave? can
anyone still see me? and who should i believe, is me? i'm sure that
by the water somewhere, among the broken things that gather there.
i might be found, safe and sound.
why can't i feel? the sadness walks around me. all the terrible
things that i see. how beautiful it's supposed to be, to me?

Cheese!

Freckles

So, so many of them.

Windy Day