Existentialism in the morning…random ramblings and insomnia induced musings.
"Everyone that you meet from here on out won’t care about you for you…rather they’ll only care about you because of the band you’re in…get use to it my friend." That was the truth that was bestowed upon me by a rather famous friend. How ironic that in my attempts to prove him wrong I would only succeed in proving him right.
I want a reason to still come back. Knowing that life comes with no guarantees, I want you to believe in me. I want you to be my home, I don’t know where I’d go or how I’d get there, but it’s where you’d be.
"Time to let go brother" words from another famous friend. Truth is I’m unprepared to weather this world alone, I’m totally unprepared to weather this adventure that my life will take…
Perhaps I’m holding on too tightly to the people who just aren’t there?
Sorry for my lack of coherence.