It's roughly 24 hours since my last post, I'm tired, happy, content, satisfied, all those positive myspace emotion thingies. Welcome, once again, to the Window.
Right now, my mind is working overtime. So many different thoughts are clogging up the flow, the producer on my psychological mixer is working frantically to keep up with the music that is keeping me in such a state. Why? What could possibly have me so deep in thought? Frankly, I barely have any idea myself. I suppose one recurring thought is that of certain types of friends. Friends who you think you might have, but are only in it to use you.
I have friends like this. They'll not talk to you, regardless of how close you may consider yourselves to be, unless you either talk first, or they need to ask you for something. Is this really a friend? Let me check the dictionary. "Friend: a person with whom one enjoys mutual affection and regard." Mutual. Mutual, you selfish pricks out there, mutual. You can't expect a friendship to be lasting if you only talk because you're needy. It's a waste. It takes two hands to clap, just like it takes two willing people for a friendship to work. I see it happen on a day to day basis, I have it happen to me, and since I know I used to be like that, I can't stand it.
Most of this above paragraph is nonsense, and for the immature attention seeking losers who're reading my blog so they can leave some smartass comment at the end, wake the hell up. It gets you no where in life. Read my blog, and just smile =]
Take it easy 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.