I just want to finish the songs I've been working on. But I'm probably painting a picture thats just in my mind. Cause really, reality doesn't match with the words on the page. Its like I've been writing a history book and you know what they say that it repeats itself but I never thought it'd be this way. But im also digging up the past and looking at it through a different lense. Maybe because I didnt have the words to write about it then. But I mean im a writer looking for material. And its just love. But how can it be JUST love? Because even love changed its lenses and became more than it seemed to be before. This is all just a freaking metaphor that will repeat itself tomorrow. And tomorrow. And tomorrow.













