I wish I was a choo-choo train
And choo my way from here
Set straight the track, no turning back
Away from fear, to fear.
Welcome to the Window. Some days, you want to curl up into a ball and wish you were something better. That was my day today. I found out some "interesting" information, to put it lightly, and I really did just want to hide away from everyone. Yes, this is probably as emo as I'll get, and yes, it's one of my most vulnerable times. Shit happens though. Smile =]
Peace out everyone.
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.