once somebody told me I had no rhythm and no flow. it was a fellow artist.
i haven't been doing anything musical since then.
i dunno about you but i love jilted rhythms. i don't want it to get too singsongy. there's always an edge to the cloud.
i sat. i sat and i squinted around the room in my desperate haze, the saccharine faces of the people around me glinting through my pipe dream. Was this what I was to come to, I wondered. Were these the people I thought like? No.. it was one mistake....
Which way do I go? Where am I supposed to be? How do I get there? Will I change the world? Will I matter? Will I be remembered? Will I be loved?
I'm scared of the dark because I'm scared I see myself... and I do see myself...
Don't be afraid of her. She is you and you are her and we are just us looking at ourselves in the ocean. We ripple with the water.
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