still.

waking up from the dreams that seem so real, can be so destructive because of the unclear message being presented. is this dream what i really want? is this dream a reminder of how fucked things have become. & why does this come back & tend to haunt me? if such a situation were to arise, would this be what i really want? so there we go, more fuel for the explosion in my head. something more to inspire, for the day i finally write this fucking album. words, words, words. yet no sound. no voice. there is so much goddamn destruction left behind. on a level unimaginable. keep pressing forward, not really realizing that something has gotten a hold of my ankles. keep running in those circles, keep opening my eyes to the layers of disappointment. who are we kidding anymore? two years spent preparing for the furthest of vacations, distant planets, places where i won't be found. yet distancing really has to do with my mind. too many summers spent on dead ends & false hopes. wasted summers, covered with obsticles almost like layers of snow. its all fucking crazy. or maybe just me. somehow throughout it all i remain hopeful. seeking inspiration in beautiful lead singers. finding comfort in new positives. yet this hills remains so steep & i'm far from the summit. questions seek answers & my calls seek response. is there anyone out? i've been waiting here forever.

farewell.

i need to sleep. i start working two jobs in the morning. "my free time was never free"

greatness.

two of my absolute favorite albums ever. two of my absolute favorite songs of all time are within these releases. despite any possible reputation i may have for my musical interests, these are without a doubt on the top of my list. wanna me to tell you more about their incredibleness? just ask!