All sparks...
I'm digging this life somewhat. It's interesting...
Thinking about what's on the next page keeps me up at night now. Thinking how close I am from being out of these so called "Best years of my life". I don't believe in that shit, but still...it gives one pause. It's hard to think about how every day that's passed has chislled away at the rock face of my existence, my past, my very essence; every turmoil, every fight, every laugh, every lazy day spent in bed, every round of shots in the night, every crammed test, every breath, fuck, drink, hit, smoke, pint, wink, smile, fuck, hug, love....they've got me where I am right now. There's so much, and I see it everyday in my head, played out again and again sometimes I think I like who I see in these pictures and sometimes I hate the guy that's looking back through the haze at me.
There's so much left. I can't help but look past it all....
Tis like one with a little fingering on the lute....but cannot tune it....
I miss myself sometimes...so strange that it took until this moment for me to realize I was missing in the first place. I ought to get my head back together...
My future is unfolding now. I hope it's pretty...
Thinking about what's on the next page keeps me up at night now. Thinking how close I am from being out of these so called "Best years of my life". I don't believe in that shit, but still...it gives one pause. It's hard to think about how every day that's passed has chislled away at the rock face of my existence, my past, my very essence; every turmoil, every fight, every laugh, every lazy day spent in bed, every round of shots in the night, every crammed test, every breath, fuck, drink, hit, smoke, pint, wink, smile, fuck, hug, love....they've got me where I am right now. There's so much, and I see it everyday in my head, played out again and again sometimes I think I like who I see in these pictures and sometimes I hate the guy that's looking back through the haze at me.
There's so much left. I can't help but look past it all....
Tis like one with a little fingering on the lute....but cannot tune it....
I miss myself sometimes...so strange that it took until this moment for me to realize I was missing in the first place. I ought to get my head back together...
My future is unfolding now. I hope it's pretty...