Music transcends time… in a couple of bars you will travel back in time, begin to dream about your future… This is fucking dumb. I haven’t got shit to say that would come across as nice or inspirational. I mean, my brain hasn’t had any good stimulation (aside from work) for nearly 3 years. I miss the riddles. I miss the deep ass conversations and the group soul searching sessions and the fierceness of friendships that have since been portrayed as toxic whilst I involuntarily lay the mortar for my resentment wall. Jesus, bring back the star-filled nights by the fire pit or with the killer ocean views where we sat around and discussed how small and insignificant we actually are in this universe. The joy I currently find is in my mind, which has become a place I am far too comfortable remaining. I hide in my thoughts and long for equally meaningful connections for both parties involved. I relate to my dog, and his sad face and sometimes imagine he is a collection of reincarnated souls of the people I used to know… understanding and nonjudgmental human beings with flaws and passions that run just as freakin deep.
-written in the midst of mental chaos, delayed post
Until next time,