I spent my night sweating through my clothes, and screaming until my throat ached like burning coals. Still it’s not right that everything I know gets caught between the gnashing teeth of the hype machine.
End measured mile. There was a lasting feeling of comfort in screaming.
I spent my night driving empty roads, and feeling more alive than I’ve ever felt at home. Still it’s not right that everything I love gets lost between the push and pull of the ego game. And so it goes. I’ve never felt more alone.
We’re all lost between another road map, another scheme.