A nerve was struck, the erratic behaviours of a young mind so quickly shifted into adulthood crowded with frantic and mindless jargon only a deeply pained individual could ever understand. An inevitable desire to seek solace is the plague that sickens me.
Take me to that place I go to when I close my eyes where the pillow is cold on both sides the morning is always met with the smell of fresh coffee, and when philosophy consists of acoustic renditions of my favorite music, and not the need to understand.