Hello, Summer.
“Anyone can dabble, but once you’ve made that commitment, your blood has that particular thing in it, and it’s very hard for people to stop you.”
City Rush with you.
Perspective.
Just being myself.
Lights & Lines
The way I see things, there’s a logical and systematic way of doing things. It’s just like a circuit board where, although, there are many paths that may be taken, currents have to go through a series of capacitors and resistors in a certain sequence. There are steps to practically everything, and what matters is what path is chosen.
But why is it things are all out of whack right now? The order in which things are supposed to happen are fucked up. All that’s left is confusion and misunderstandings. It’s complicated. It’s a struggle. Most importantly, it’s painful and I can’t help but feel at loss. I thought I choose the safe path, taking the utmost care and precaution. I thought the path I choose was the most efficient, with time as a factor. Yet, I failed. Maybe I should just start all over again…if possible.
As I looked through those dusty photo albums hidden and abandoned in the house my father built from a garage, I couldn’t help but wonder to myself, “Where am I? Why aren’t I there?”.
I guess this place was nothing more than a garage after all.
Am I really here?
For what purpose? Is it all just so meaningless, trivial, and temporary?
What the fuck have I been doing?
I don’t want to exist just as another person.
Imagination
Skrillex — With Your Friends (Long Drive)
