I don't feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.
I don't feel alright because you make promises that you break.
Into your house, why don't we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore but solitude.
It's hard to make sense, feels as if I'm sensing you through a lens.
If someone else comes,
I'd just sit here listening to the drums.
Previously I never called it solitude.
And probably you know all the dirty shows I've put on.
Blunted and exhausted like anyone.
Honestly I tried to avoid it.
Honestly.
Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stiop.
And now all the good kids are messing up.
Nobody has gained or accomplished anything.

Was just sprawled on my desk listening to this song when I started to tear and cry a little, and i felt so much. i felt alot of things. It was beautiful and it made so much sense. I remembered so many things too. Things that happened years back, and how I let so many people go. The way she looked at me today with such open hatred. I just wish I found it easier to be able to open up because there's just so much in me right now


Food for thought with a sweetheart. Last night's sleep debt is finally taking it's toll on me; too good to be true to have spent an entire day wide awake on 3h of sleep. Am NOT a no sleep person but tonight is chinese #2. one subject least worth the amount of time demanded to be spent on it.