redstride

as my birthday nears, I wonder more and more why I bother.

I really am quit ok with all of this ending, and moving on to another plane; this time has here has shown me some beauty and love and I am grateful; but I am more and more lost in a wilderness of misery and in-completion.

I now know I wasn't meant to really pull this off, I've reached the plateau of what I could be even though something in my heart thinks knows I could do more, I could be more.

ET in the sky has confirmed, this is it. Making sub par broken beats and their equivalent on guitar, sitting in a cubicle and wishing for the life I only know in photos and movies.

My darling children, what is to become of them with a father like this? A hopeless dreamer who, despite his best efforts simply wasn't good enough

Now I almost don't even want to share this track with you. It's not like you're gonna "get it", that's just not possible.