Sometimes it's nice to disapear into another world of inttoxication and uselssness, singing and dancing along to the sounds of my guitar in hess village, accomapined by a taste of something not quite sober, and yer enlightned where i can see the stars overhead. I had missed this,I need to get a band together or start seriously doing something with my poetry, for too long my artististic side has been held back and in the quest to be a more perfect person i have dulled the side of me that really makes me me, i don't want to look in the mirror and what happened to the me I used to be, he was fading away in a sea of confusion, but i found him.
current mood: drunk 420.
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
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