dog

me

i am this thing that i choose to name. something.

i am weak really, i try to basically focus on what feels better and makes more sense.

music is a beautiful thing. if i said i didn't have a strange relationship with it i'd be a liar. a bad liar.

being cool feels like a lot of work to me. i find it hard to be genuine with my thoughts when there's that subtle hint of clinging. self love.

i get scared to let it go cause then i think i might slip into it again and fall asleep, but even saying that is an elitist comment. who gives us the right to wander through hell smiling.?

how could that be possible they say, you have sinned against us and left us.

but no one can possibly know the immensity of peaceful love why do we let it go so easily and defend. nothing?

i am trying to smile and let some natural rebuilding occur and i'm not frightened to say that i was my own ruin.

thank you for letting me grow before your eyes and for being there when i call. you don't seem to ever really leave.

and i love you for that.

i'm willing to try to include all of my heart.

please forgive me if you don't like what you see and hear.