January is the most desolate month or the month with the most hope? All this feigned discussion of “potential” and “progress”, is this what it seems? Or have I hit the point where I put my hands up, glance around, look for something easy to cling to. The questioning opens up space for the ever expanding gray. If I’ve learned anything it’s that IF is the enemy. Go away doubt. Focus…
Now that I’ve lost every follower I ever had I’m gunna start from the beginning… First page reads: My brother’s gone.. Flown off into something drastically unknown.
Pretty sure there was about 5 cups of coffee consumed tonight. I’m going full speed at 4 am and it feels like the new normal. What’s even new nowadays, I mean when am I going to see the change. I wanna talk to a figurative you. I need you, I’ve always needed relationships like this where… “you’ve got to help me figure this out”. Stop mind, stop fucking the past. It doesn’t love you anymore. But don’t you love how it randomly finds you.
This town is worn out, like the streets get, like the feeling I’ll get once the snow starts falling. We’ve been here before already. But we’re still gunna do it again. I’m sick of this cycle. I am burning for new.