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The Trapeze Swinger

a 17 page short comic based on Iron & Wine’s ‘The Trapeze Swinger,’ that I did last August.

Here’s the link: http://thetrapezeswingercomic.tumblr.com/

p.s it's best if viewed in-browser.

these are some of my favorite songs and what i picture when i listen to them.

If you have any song recommendations let me know. :D

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Born from dark water / daughter of the rain and snow

It's burning through the bloodline / It's cutting down the family tree

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Start with Facts. End with Iron and Wine.

I'm eighteen.

Today, my family went to vote. I couldn't, my application got caught up in too much red tape. I wouldn't know whom to vote for anyway. I didn't tell them that though.

My father told me to make him some tea today. He likes it freshly made, with tea powder; not really a fan of teabags, the man. Although, I think teabags are pretty pretty. I don't like tea though, not with milk, I don't. Black tea's fine. I read that green tea is quite slimming. Have yet to try it though.

Anyway, I made tea with tea powder. He spat it out. And asked me when I'll ever learn to be useful. While my mother mumbled something about learning to cook an entire meal at the age of eight.

She's a good cook, my mother. Which is awesome and not so awesome at the same time. It's awesome because I get to eat some of the best food in the world and not because a) food=fat b) pretty high culinary standards to live up to since I'm a) eighteen, a full fledged adult and b) unable to make a simple cup of tea.

I'm not what my parents wanted in a daughter. And they're okay with that. They just want me to contribute to society; to be useful. It's kind of hard when you're so confused trying to figure out who you are, I don't think they get it. Maybe they've never been confused. Maybe they just chose the easy way out, being who they were told to be.

It's high time I find out who I am though, I never liked growing up. I cried for hours when I got my first period. I refused to wear a bra when my breasts began to form and now my gigantic boobs are starting to sag at the age of eighteen! Quel Dommage! I'm an adult. Yet, I forget to charge my phone, to brush my teeth. I need to be reminded to comb my hair. I need to be reminded that I'm loved. Constantly.

I'm insecure. I feel like I don't belong where I was born.

Sometimes, it scares me how willing I am to just leave everything behind and fly away to a distant land. There's this pair of white birds outside my window.

There's no other bird like them in this part of town. I wonder why they return to the same tree every sundown when they can be on a conifer in Russia one month and a palm tree in the Bahamas the next.

The experts would ask me to ask myself the very same question. I tell myself that I stay where I am because I'm unselfish and grateful for all that I've been given. I don't want to take it for granted. That's what I tell myself.

But the truth is, I'm afraid of loneliness. And I think you are too.

It's like a baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone.

Give me your hand

The dog in the garden row is covered in mud

And dragging your mother's clothes

Cinder and smoke

The snake in the basement

Found the juniper shade

The farmhouse is burning down

Give me your hand

And take what you will tonight

I'll give it as fast

And high as the flame will rise

Cinder and smoke

Some whispers around the trees

The juniper bends

As if you were listening

Give me your hand

Your mother is drunk

As all the firemen shake

A photo from father's arms

Cinder and smoke

You asked me to pray for rain

With ash in your mouth

You'll ask it to burn again

-Cinder and Smoke by Iron & Wine

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