That empty feeling when you realize what wrong choices can do to your life and OH the baggage.
Its been two decades to my existence.
People:
They are like shadows. Beautiful and layered.But always controlled by light.
Choices:
And they are like raining dandelions to my conscience.Like a cobbler to a shoe.
They will reflect for years to come who I was,who I am and what I will become.
Health:
Oh the doldrums!
But in the next 3 years, you will sharpen diamonds on my muscles sonny.
Ok, I see this post taking a serious monotone.
In other news I am maimed by the fact that I will never a find a man who will write like Leonard Cohen for me.
My late birth to this world is a plot by the evil drugdispensingmermaids and their battalion of fishcreatures and landminionROACHES.
I might NEVER meet this man.I am slowly dying *melodrama*
I want to say more but well it will just be ranting and dA is not ofcourse my personal diary.Nor am I paying anyone here to be my therapist.
ps: Therapists have more issues than their patients.
pps: Some brutal death and thrash should just not have lyrics.It distracts you from the awesomeness of pedals and guitar and the insane drumming.
kthxbai