Chris Kolmatycki

Entrepreneur, Marketing Expert, and Shower Singing Enthusiast

There’s something beautiful, dark, and truthful about this tune…

First with your hands and then with your mouth
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds
I was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
You took off your clothes, left on the light
You stood there so brave
You used to be shy
Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom
Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach
That weatherman is a liar
He said it would be raining but it’s clear and blue as far as I can see

Left by the lamp, right next to the bed,
on a cartoon cat pad she scratched with a pen,
“Everything is as it’s always been.
This never happened.
Don’t take it too bad it is nothing you did.
It’s just once something dies you can’t make it live.
You’re a beautiful boy.
You’re a sweet little kid but I am a woman.”
So I laid back down and wrapped myself up in the sheet
And I must have looked like a ghost ’cause something frightened me
and since then I’ve been so good at vanishing

Now I do as I please and lie through my teeth
Someone might get hurt, but it won’t be me
I should probably feel cheap but I just feel free…
and a little bit empty
No, it isn’t so hard to get close to me
There will be no arguments
We will always agree
And I’ll try and be kind when I ask you to leave
We’ll both take it easy
But if you stay too long inside my memory,
I will trap you in a song tied to a melody
and I will keep you there so you can’t bother me

Introspective Music My Interests Personal

Just saw this on Facebook and thought it was beautiful.

Sometimes you’re 25 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart.

You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence.  Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting.  And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either.

There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else.  But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign.

When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old.  When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now.

The song is over.  The coffee’s done.  You’re going to breathe in and out.  You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

Anonymous

Introspective My Industry Personal Quirks

The Son of Man

I’m incredibly self-conscious about the way I pronounce a few words and names.  This is mostly because they’re words I’ve read thousands of times and have said in my head just as many, but I’m unsure of how theyare actually pronounced as I’ve rarely, if ever, heard other people use them. Some of them are as follows:

Rene Magritte

Prevalent

Awry

Jay Onrait

Biopic

Eschew

Yoenis Cespedes

 

My Interests Personal Quirks

Sometimes it’s nice to know that some people are watching you. Even if they’ve given you every reason not to, and you can’t bring your own self to, it’s nice to think they might still care. The future that makes you uncomfortable and question your potential reactions is the one I think makes me happiest…or at least pretty happy…eventually.

Personal

Inconceivable

My Interests Personal Sports