"My panic attacks make me feral. It's like feeling cornered like a rat. I start speaking at light speed, and I don't stop until there's nothing left in my path. It's word vomit, but full of honesty. More than I'd like to admit. Some words you can't take back, even if they are true. You'll remember some people longer than you've known them, and that's the unsettling truths. Some come back around, and then the panic sets in too. You want to let them back in, but if you do, will they repeat the past, because hindsight is 20/20 from this point of view. The scope has a thin film of nostalgia, but time is wearing it off the top. The present is finally setting in, and I can breathe once again, it's past, it's done." - A Pillar Of Love















