shine on matter
something does not feel right in me. i do not know what it is, and i do not think i want to know. other than that, ha yeah there's probably nothing wrong with me. everyone feels like this every now and then. it passes. that idea disgusts and pains me when i think of it. passing away, moving from one to nothing. and the angels sang. i still feel uneasy, maybe it's not knowing. but if it's that then i'm going to feel uneasy for the rest of my life. that will be lame. and now the strings. it seems a bit pointless, work and all. to go and just perform day in and day out to no audience but yourself, then expected to do it flawlessly when the time comes in front of the world. crescendo and not crescendo. it's all a contradiction in this world. why is it a surprise when people go over the edge. there's no outlet for these feelings that can satisfy the feeling itself and not clash with society. the bells.