• • • • • Part 1: In a Literal Sense• • • • •
As time progresses, I listen to this band more and more often. It has occurred to me that Armor for Sleep isn't just...idealism anymore. It's a necessity.
I guess those who originally said good things come with a price had no idea how right they were.
We all grow up to fast because of the things we worry about. Really, look at us. Little kids of seven and eight years old are learning to shoot guns with there Pa in the middle of nowhere, because it turns out that Daddy keeps them all over the house to protect his family. Little kid asks Dad why he does it? What is he protecting them from? If Daddy gives them any kind of an idea, they worry about it, too.
If we could just...go to sleep with our pillow, our teddy bear, and a coat of armor, we might have a chance. A coat of armor to protect us from physical harm, but also a shield from all of these little mental things. If we could just stay in our little cocoon of comfort for those necessary 7 hours a night, depression wouldn't be a problem with teens, and we might still have some little scrap of that innocence that it seems has gone into hiding.
It seems sometimes though that it's too late. For the little nine year old that can't read but argue politics with their parents, the way out is broken.
Being Your Walls
I sometimes feel like I need armor for sleep, too. My nights only seem to get harder and harder. If I had a simple layer of Kevlar clinging to my limbs and body, maybe I could take it. Maybe it could offer protection from the pain I deal with nightly that comes with a history of bottling things up. I'm sick of having all of this anger inside of me, or anger trying to make itself appear. I don't like it. When do I get to be a kid again?
Armor for sleep is my outlet. Last night I was thinking about what happened yesterday with April and I, and listening to the wanderers guild. Great song. Instead of holding on to the hurt, or focusing on it, I let it out. I just relaxed, and let it go. I felt so much lighter. Then I applied some of the songs lyrics to the scenario, and I was laughing at how well they fit, and how sad it didn't make me.
Armor for Sleep is my armor for sleep.
A SONG OR TWO• • • • • •
The way out is Broken by Armor for Sleep
Being your Walls by Armor for Sleep
The Wanderers Guild by Armor for Sleep
Keep It simple
-The Daily Musician
If we could just...go to sleep with our pillow, our teddy bear, and a coat of armor, we might have a chance. A coat of armor to protect us from physical harm, but also a shield from all of these little mental things. If we could just stay in our little cocoon of comfort for those necessary 7 hours a night, depression wouldn't be a problem with teens, and we might still have some little scrap of that innocence that it seems has gone into hiding.
It seems sometimes though that it's too late. For the little nine year old that can't read but argue politics with their parents, the way out is broken.
Being Your Walls
I sometimes feel like I need armor for sleep, too. My nights only seem to get harder and harder. If I had a simple layer of Kevlar clinging to my limbs and body, maybe I could take it. Maybe it could offer protection from the pain I deal with nightly that comes with a history of bottling things up. I'm sick of having all of this anger inside of me, or anger trying to make itself appear. I don't like it. When do I get to be a kid again?
Armor for sleep is my outlet. Last night I was thinking about what happened yesterday with April and I, and listening to the wanderers guild. Great song. Instead of holding on to the hurt, or focusing on it, I let it out. I just relaxed, and let it go. I felt so much lighter. Then I applied some of the songs lyrics to the scenario, and I was laughing at how well they fit, and how sad it didn't make me.
Armor for Sleep is my armor for sleep.
A SONG OR TWO• • • • • •
The way out is Broken by Armor for Sleep
Being your Walls by Armor for Sleep
The Wanderers Guild by Armor for Sleep
Keep It simple
-The Daily Musician
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