Little.
When I was little I never bought many music CD's. CD's just had too many songs, so many artists failed to make an entire CD full of songs I liked. I could never bring myself to take something that I didn't want all of.
In time and age, those things that I could not like I learned to love and there was able to have the things I truly wanted. But then I had everything and wanted nothing, the things that were once important to me were as potent as a single breeze in a tornado. Those days were my perfect harmony, the eye of the tornado.
However no man can control the wind and eventually the spinning walls, which once looked as if they had no reason to ever move or ever change, came to take me away. In a land where love was not easy to find I was weak, perhaps the only reason the eye was so clear was because all I needed was already their with me or truly because I believed that was all I needed.
So here I am, with my iTunes on random. Emitting this music I cannot help but hate wishing that I could let it go without hindering my thoughts, without distracting my world, then I could once again turn this little dust devil that surrounds me into a raging tornado once again.
But that is all speculation, truth is, tommorow is gonna fizzking rock!! FLOGG YER MOLLY!
In time and age, those things that I could not like I learned to love and there was able to have the things I truly wanted. But then I had everything and wanted nothing, the things that were once important to me were as potent as a single breeze in a tornado. Those days were my perfect harmony, the eye of the tornado.
However no man can control the wind and eventually the spinning walls, which once looked as if they had no reason to ever move or ever change, came to take me away. In a land where love was not easy to find I was weak, perhaps the only reason the eye was so clear was because all I needed was already their with me or truly because I believed that was all I needed.
So here I am, with my iTunes on random. Emitting this music I cannot help but hate wishing that I could let it go without hindering my thoughts, without distracting my world, then I could once again turn this little dust devil that surrounds me into a raging tornado once again.
But that is all speculation, truth is, tommorow is gonna fizzking rock!! FLOGG YER MOLLY!