Gods I love it
I felt this great urge to come here and write. which is weird because all week I never felt it...never wanted it. but now, while sitting hear blaring Bat out of hell my mind is racing. It's feeding on the music, making it want more so typing to the beat is now my goal. transfixed on the melody. the way the lyrics turn, moving left and right soaring high and crashing violently. floating on a cloud of nothingness, of unknowing. this is true freedom of the mind.