From the Hollows, With Love...
Sometimes i like to pretend i know what im doing, i like the idea of knowing all that is instore. I like the thoughts of happiness, i like the joy of discovery, and the mere principle of mediocre success. Im starting to fall back and reveil my master plan one hour at a time. My audience is myself, my motivation coming from the tying of loose ends. I dont want to watch this fall apart infront of me, i refuse to lay low and just let the music pass. Im going to stand up once again, and give it hell.