My city was revived for a moment … Light and smog painted the smiles on the faces of passers-by, and she is not there even though her fragrance is carried by the air … Thoughts wander and encounter thousands of obstacles … A series of words turn into a picture … Magical but empty … Find me wherever you are … Whisper quietly what terrifies you … Come closer … And disappear …
Incomplete is just a word...
I’m going crazy, just overflowing my mind with thoughts that are strange and incomprehendable …I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself but I just can’t seem to find the courage to tell you some things…And some things are better left unsaid, but this is not one of those times… I fear of losing you and this platonic thing we have…I just wish I had the guts to tell you…I just wish I had the guts to say that I…
You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I’m down to just one thing
And I’m starting to scare myself
You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
Maybe I fucked up, maybe it was us both…Still it’s no reason for things to go this way…It felt like progress,yet we’re falling ligth years behind…I don’t understand these games you play,and metaphores I use anymore…Maybe it’s better I let you go…Maybe it’s better I go away…Maybe I’ll miss you, maybe you’ll miss me…Maybe we’ll finally define this… Goodbye…
Humanity: An Insight
Define happiness by choosing not to care about yourself… Others can have the same problems but not the same ways of solving them. Don’t you find it funny how deja-vu happens when you least expect it, creeping up behind you like an axe murderer praying on a victim…Almost precalculated,but at the same time spontaneous. And it makes you close into a box for a second. But time and space are irelevant…
We try painting pictures in our heads, but our minds are clouded by medication we don’t need, and those hooks thru our shoulders aren’t much help either.
This world we’re living in is beautifuly distored…A thousand newborns are already dancing the dance of the dead, interplanetary communication becomes easier and we say goodbye to free thinking…
Smothered by obituaries we breath in the fumes society has created, puking out creativity and artistry…
Our stronghold begins tumbling down,and rocks begin crushing eachother creating the sand we put into our hourglass…
Watching it slowly disappearing, as are we…
Hello there again...
Just watched a Gym Class Heroes mini-documentary…I think there’s not a single thing on youtube about them that I didn’t watch…I’m kinda obsessed…But that’s cool…At least I’m not forgeting to feed my dog or fish or stuff like that because my main preoccupation is them…Anyways…They’re inspirational…And I don’t just mean in a kinda way that they make me write,though I haven’t wrote anything here in a long long time…Been kinda busy I guess…But back to the lecture at hand…They inspire me to go outside and live life to the fullest…Clean for 11 months now…Proud of it…I’m just high on life right now…Putting things in perspective again…New projects are starting soon…It’s about time…Things I love still keep me alive…People better get of those stairs cuz I’m coming up top fast…You think you know…but you have no idea…Keeping you on your toes,aren’t I ? haha…I love it…This predicament is soon to be unraveled…Until then stay doing what you’re doing…You do you…I’m a do me…It is what it is… Dan
Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be, because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose, and then where are you?
- Fanny Brice -
At he end of the day my friends are the ones what pick me up…This one is for you…Get jiggy with it soooon!!!!!! :))))
Bat cave...reloaded...
Yes I was pillmatic. Because…I don’t know why. There was so much I was going thru and I caved in. No time to feel sorry for myself, I got to get back up on that horse. The world is corrupted, I know. Yet I dream of better times. Of a happier place filled with bright lights and colors. With such sweet sounds… Is it possible? Is it achievable? Or am I just another lost dreamer… Can anyone answer that? Asking you for much isn’t nice at all, but asking you to give me yourself is all I think of. Sweat drips of my forehead and drops on the keyboard. I go to wipe it of and there’s a sound. And another, and another. Suddenly I’m making beautiful music. It appears as though I’m happy. Could it be? Could it be that this is the thing I enjoy? …Lyrics just pour out. Could this be it? Could this be the one? Are you eager to understand me? Are you eager to get inside my head? Well I am to get inside yours…It’s almost as if I knew you for ages but…I don’t. Still it feels like it though. I’m exhausted…But look on the bright side…Now I’m out of my bat cave.
About Me
I'm Dan...I'm a LIFEoholic.
I love music.
I hate rain.
