What are all these thoughts, keep making a permanent temporary presence. I want them by me, I hate how they tease my tranquility, only to leave me wondering. Come back I yell at them, so I blast the music loud, reason to such reaction is unknown; maybe its such frustration that the only thing I can observe that feels like me is the distortion of the guitar coming out through my speakers. Maybe its the voice of that lead singer, that raspy voice that relates to how much I wish I could say. What are they, why can’t they be clear, I’ve tried it all to reach a higher level in order to understand them. But if so I can grab a few, spit some lines into a blog & move on to the same. The effects start to fade off and I am once more a sitting duck, wondering.
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