This city, these colours...
"Please believe in what I say
'Cause I'm running out of ways to convey
This lack of faith in myself
That's becoming my own personal hell
Vicious coldness settles in
And my bones feel like they're breaking through my skin
Well god damn you, you're feeding on my loneliness
What an awful way to live
What a way to live
Get me out of this place
'Cause I'm stuck in a rut and I can't stomach the taste
My lungs are filling up with dust
I feel bruised and broken with no one left to trust
Vicious coldness settles in
And my bones feel like they're breaking through my skin
God damn you, you're feeding on my loneliness
But I will not let you in
I won't let you in"
Things are getting better every day. I guess this is the part where I get stronger. Sun, adventure, mountains, beaches, parties, fishing, hiking, the countryside, camping, state-hopping, good whiskey, strong pot, long nights, dance concerts, LSD, mushrooms, molly, and awesome nights with pretty ladies help too, I guess. Things change, it seems. I like this. Still sad sometimes, but what a grand existence it all is. Cheers!