Cause I'll never change, not one bit. I'm still doing the same things that I quit. - Problem // Cameron Whitcomb

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Cause I'll never change, not one bit. I'm still doing the same things that I quit. - Problem // Cameron Whitcomb
We talked on the train, somewhere between stops and the hum of other people’s lives. Half-laughing, half-listening, saying nothing until it starts to mean something. She asked how I was. I gave her the usual version - vague and harmless. But somewhere between two tunnels and a flickering overhead light I started slipping into truth. I told her, that I am tired in a way sleep can’t fix. That I drink more than I say. That I carve the noice from my mind to my skin when it gets too much. Like it’s a language only I still speak. And sometimes I wish I could just say fuck it. That I’d have so much more to give if I didn’t spend so much of my life hiding. That I could breathe easier if I was allowed to bleed freely at the dinner table, raw and without pretending or explaining. I let it hang there, like and ugly joke, reckless, fragile, which I can’t take back. I said it all for once. And when I wait for her reply, there is nothing. Just the soft, empty hum of a line gone cold. She didn’t hear a word. The most honest thing I’ve said in months, unheard, unheld. The moment just vanished, a secret lost in static.
last night I attended Cameron Whitcomb's concert on his (our) home island...
It was emotional- afterwards, I go to brood about Feelings and Shit™️ related to his sobriety message, and I see my childhood best friend down the road as everyone comes out- I rush to her, and who do I collide RIGHT into??
Cameron himself😭
I will never forget his quick "sorry!" as he touches my back and is pushed away from me into his tour bus by the guards- it left me STUNNED
So poetic of me, i know, but i couldnt help but feel this was my sign from the universe to actually listen to him- that me colliding with him was my even bigger reminder of what he said after talking about being clean for 2 years:
"Find your purpose"
Kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive
Medusa by Cameron Whitcomb is Andrew thinking about Neil in Easthaven pass it on