Do you ever feel like nothing really changes? Everything’s just on repeat like a bad Christmas CD. The names, drugs and accents vary but the situations always the same. People look for these escapes, man, but there’s no escape to an endless cycle. Music isn’t an escape, it’s a temporary blindness to help you forget ‘till next time loneliness comes around and smacks you in the face, y’know?
You spend your life being nice in a constant attempt to stay relevant, tryna live above the surface, balancing your impact between the positives and the negatives, but you know that aint how the mind works. society lives in negative terms, constantly telling you that everything you do is wrong, then viewing your acceptance of it as some form of defect. No one remembers the positives, no matter how great they are or we’re. Sometimes it’d be nice to live without circumstance, y’know?
But life keeps on rolling and the music machine’s on full steam, polluting the air with the noxious smell of self-ignorance, masking the fact that we’re still barely functioning ourselves.
Ima come up with a mixtape, soon enough. I just need to be impressed more. Keep on breathing, I just need my own space to inhale. Once the troops have assembled, we’ll be back on the road, circumnavigating through nothing and everything that means anything to anyone. I know you’ll hold out man,
i got trust in you,
ps. fuck betacross and it’s lack of activity <3 x
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