I think you forget to care.
I woke up feeling like I've got the worst hangover and the problem with this is, I don't recall drinking last night. But it's when you don't remember that you've obviously had a good time, right? Neve was up already making bad coffee and cleaning the kitchen.
I'm dizzy in the head and I hope that I can formulate some sort of legible meaning in this update. Perhaps I'm coming down with something? Perhaps I have a fever and it's just too cold in the room to tell. I'm not shivering. There is a tightening in my throat. there is an ache that is dull behind my eyes and you can almost hear the blood as it rushes slow through my ears if you were standing near. There is this sense in the pit of my stomach like an pagn for nourishment or a longing. Perhaps I am feeling a void of deeper complexities? A desire to fulfill some task or need? There is a growing fatigue with my life in it's current state. Too many expectations lay ahead. Too many dreams I've left behind to follow yellow brick road that leads me in circles. The album is due out soon and I'm still finishing parts of it.
There was a time when I was adored, loved, spammed, recognized. A time when things were fresh and new. A time when I thought all I wanted was desire and lust. To feed an endless greed. And all of that is now gone. The veneer has worn off.. I comment but I almost want to stop caring.
I'm dizzy in the head and I hope that I can formulate some sort of legible meaning in this update. Perhaps I'm coming down with something? Perhaps I have a fever and it's just too cold in the room to tell. I'm not shivering. There is a tightening in my throat. there is an ache that is dull behind my eyes and you can almost hear the blood as it rushes slow through my ears if you were standing near. There is this sense in the pit of my stomach like an pagn for nourishment or a longing. Perhaps I am feeling a void of deeper complexities? A desire to fulfill some task or need? There is a growing fatigue with my life in it's current state. Too many expectations lay ahead. Too many dreams I've left behind to follow yellow brick road that leads me in circles. The album is due out soon and I'm still finishing parts of it.
There was a time when I was adored, loved, spammed, recognized. A time when things were fresh and new. A time when I thought all I wanted was desire and lust. To feed an endless greed. And all of that is now gone. The veneer has worn off.. I comment but I almost want to stop caring.