...a new hope...
My eyes are weary from countless hours of late-night sit-fests. Boys and girls, I cannot sleep...or rather, I can, but I have a very large problem getting there...and staying there, recently. Been up by ten 'ery day. The waking hours are relentless
It's kind of like a reunion.
I used to hang out with Sleep Deprivation as a child; we'd go hang out with Insomnia down in the barrios...Running from the Sandman, cause he was always, like, keeping us down, and shit, you know?...Anyway, the guys are back in town.
All the up time has allowed me-....no, forced me to think a lot...that's what you do when you're conscious. For all it's trouble, I think I've been given some kind of a new hope. I have a goal to work towards, and I think it's time to take those first lumbering steps towards my horizon.
Long road...long long long.
Many Moons....personal joke, I apologize.
It's still dark, but I see a pin-point and I'm heading towards it.
Spring's ahead.
We'll have to see what blossoms.
I'm spent.
"I'm growing out my hair like it was when i was single, it was longer than I'd known you. I had no money then. I had no worries then at all...And it's like I'm under water or on an endless escalator. I just got up but I never reach the top. And it reads just like the bible, twenty centuries of scandal, I guess it all depends on how you interpret it. The word is LOVE. The word is LOSS. The words are DAMAGED GOODS. That is what I am. A lifetime chalked-up to an experience, coincidence, we are chaned to the events. That's it..."
-Conor Oberst (Desaparecidos)
It's kind of like a reunion.
I used to hang out with Sleep Deprivation as a child; we'd go hang out with Insomnia down in the barrios...Running from the Sandman, cause he was always, like, keeping us down, and shit, you know?...Anyway, the guys are back in town.
All the up time has allowed me-....no, forced me to think a lot...that's what you do when you're conscious. For all it's trouble, I think I've been given some kind of a new hope. I have a goal to work towards, and I think it's time to take those first lumbering steps towards my horizon.
Long road...long long long.
Many Moons....personal joke, I apologize.
It's still dark, but I see a pin-point and I'm heading towards it.
Spring's ahead.
We'll have to see what blossoms.
I'm spent.
"I'm growing out my hair like it was when i was single, it was longer than I'd known you. I had no money then. I had no worries then at all...And it's like I'm under water or on an endless escalator. I just got up but I never reach the top. And it reads just like the bible, twenty centuries of scandal, I guess it all depends on how you interpret it. The word is LOVE. The word is LOSS. The words are DAMAGED GOODS. That is what I am. A lifetime chalked-up to an experience, coincidence, we are chaned to the events. That's it..."
-Conor Oberst (Desaparecidos)