if i could hop on the back of a motorbike, i would. get away. get lost. just ride. ride for miles. feel the fresh air on my skin. leave it all behind. nothing need hold me down from being gone. gone with no return insight. could be why i crave a bike. there is freedom. independence. expression of self. someday i will leave. leave and not come back. fighting the good fight. yet sometimes, the fight need to be turned into flight. I need not fool myself any longer. just need to get away from everything, everyone, anyone. 

not 29. 22 actually. same feelings though.

trying to rationalize the thoughts of self willingly making the choice to be removed. yet there is an absence that is clearly here. a hole. a longing. i’m in a bind.

“lay me down and say something pretty. lay me back down where i wanted to stay. say something perfect, something i can steal”

new song. working on it. not the best yet.

new song I started writing. not sure what to think about it. i like the general direction thiou

Pfft, why haven’t I won a Grammy yet?

new tattoos are in order. can’t wait.

all I want to do is sleep. so bloody beat. trying to keep 

up with everything is tasking

sun-mo0n:

Dulce de Leche Coffee

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