The 365 Project

The 365 Project

By Eric WallackMusic
Download on the App Store

The 365 Project episodes

  • #57 like from between the roots of a banyan it is gone, all gone
    i’ll wrap myself
    up in it
    this blanket
    of blue, full moon glow
    wind it tight around me
    to keep the stardust
    like tiny shards of glass
    from its unbearable
    but inevitable
    escape
    i want to
    keep it all inside
    for as long
    as possible
    before i forget
    and it seeps away
    i want its cerulean glow
    to warm me inside
    and then inside out
    i’ll remember
    what i can
    but whatever leaves
    i’ll let go
    and watch it
    drift away
    until i can’t see
    anymore
    what’s left
    i will save
    in a jar
    drip in my blood
    add fish fins and flowers
    to make me another
    bhagiti 6.15.07 perrysburg, oh
    4 min
  • #56 that's the only thing
    why is it i misfire this way
    it would be so much better to
    rewire it all now
    but i’d just short-circuit myself
    why do i have to feel this way
    it would be so nice to
    go back then now
    but i’d just waste it on love
    but that’s the only thing
    the only thing
    that’s the only thing
    that i really need
    why is it i feel so far away
    it would mean everything to
    be right here now
    but i’d only pretend
    why is it i’m so tired today
    it would be so nice to
    get some sleep now
    but i’d just ruin it dreaming
    but that’s the only thing
    the only thing
    that’s the only thing
    that i really need
    bhagiti 6.14.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #55 whatever it may be
    so here it all is
    I’m floating in it
    wrapped in it
    suspended by it
    sustained by it
    closed off from it
    confused by it
    in awe of it
    angered by it
    in love with it
    frightened by it
    denying it
    forgetful of it
    at odds with it
    betting for it
    and against it
    wishing for it
    dreaming about it
    forgetting about it
    worried about it
    fantasizing about it
    meditating on it
    opened up to it
    running away from it
    accepting of it
    bhagiti 6.13.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #54 it's not in the tossing it's in the catching
    before this gets
    too far out of control
    we gotta remember
    we’re all in this together
    nobody gets out alive
    what are we gonna do
    wait for some horror
    of our own making
    or wrap our arms around
    the texture of life
    i spread my arms wide
    so i’ll catch more
    there’s room enough
    for all this and more
    i’m not done yet
    fall into me i’ll catch you
    and let you go again
    but it might take me
    more than just a minute
    to let go
    bhagiti 6.12.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #53 unwritten rule #137
    i’m getting better
    with silence
    not the quiet
    but the lack
    of words
    how many words
    i’ve regretted
    i’ve spoiled
    i’ve misunderstood
    silence isn’t
    golden
    it’s shiny lucre
    a tainted trickster
    acting out its own
    mute revenge
    silence contains
    all possibilities
    infinite potential
    for whatever
    might break
    it’s deadly grasp
    bhagiti 6.11.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #52 hyperactive daydream
    i believe in beauty
    i see it everywhere
    i believe in beauty
    i hear it everywhere
    i believe in beauty
    i feel it everywhere
    i believe in beauty
    i believe in beauty
    i believe in beauty
    bhagiti 6.10.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #51 words, like origami moths, flutter then fall into the unknown
    i feel like
    i'm flinging armloads
    of syllables, words and
    letters over the side
    of a cliff
    i lean over
    the edge and watch
    them flutter and drift away
    like mute little hawks
    or paper moths
    is anyone
    below, caught in this
    downpour of admissions
    secrets and
    confessions
    are they
    collecting these as they fall
    piecing them together
    out of order, making up
    some different story
    or is it all
    in vain and me the fool
    tossing it into the wind
    only to have it all
    blown back in my face
    bhagiti 7.9.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #50 these things i'll do but i don't know why...
    i’m trying
    to stitch this all together
    from fragments
    cast offs
    and remnants
    i’ll thread a
    pine needle with silver
    strands spun from
    hope and
    good intentions
    i’ll make a
    blanket big enough
    to cover us both
    and wait
    alone underneath
    i’ll sew
    stars on the inside
    so i can navigate
    through these
    strange passageways
    bhagiti 6.8.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #49 the delicate immensity of balance
    i was up late
    last night
    and went out to look up
    at the stars
    and when i did
    i was small
    but not in a bad way
    just part of it all
    better yet
    i knew
    the stars above me there
    arched also over you
    touching you
    is as easy
    as reaching my hand
    way up into libra
    to tip the scales
    bhagiti 6.7.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #48 lion, be not afraid cried the tick-tock man
    my arm once retained the shape
    of holding someone
    it wouldn’t go back even though i tried
    to bend it past its will
    out of shape
    out of sorts
    out of desperation
    when i woke up today i saw it was gone
    i couldn’t feel a thing
    and i wanted it to come back
    and though i tried it was too late
    and tears played
    and tears played
    all around my face
    put me up on poles to help me stand
    i‘ll scare birds away from the garden
    tied up with regrets and rubber bands
    my stuffing’s coming out
    who will fill me up again
    last night i dreamt
    i watched pumpkins swell
    and cabbages rise
    there was nothing i could do
    and crows realized
    my silhouette was a lie
    and they ate their fill
    long into the night
    bhagiti 6.6.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min

About The 365 Project

From the publisher's feed

Inspired by song diarists like David Andrew Strackany (aka PALEO), I endeavor to write, record and upload a song a day for 365 days.