Music, it moves us in ways most things will never be able to. Music is a true healer to us all, it's what keeps us sane, our hide away from it all. Music takes us in and cradles us, holding our minds in another universe. Music that hit the heart is golden and can't be replaced. Music brings you up so high but with the skip of a song can pull you down to the lowest of lows. It'd be illegal if they realized how high it got us. Music is freedom, freedom to express yourself or just lose yourself within the sound waves blasting at your body.

I used to believe the phrase "everything happens for a reason" was a crock of ****. A phrase used to get one out of a situation, like a hint to change the subject or get over it. Now I know it's true. I've realized what didn't happen or what did happen, happened so that this or that could fall into place for you, it's about not forcing things to go exactly as you would like them to and just kinda letting it go for itself. Knowing that everyday to come is a new journey, a new surprise. That's the beauty of life, all the surprises that are never ending... Until your dead of course.  You've just gotta find your own way to see that things are right where they are meant to be in this moment. Trust in yourself, study your heart and your mind, and love with all you've got to give.

What I have come to find out is that the mind is the real killer of your body and soul. Yet all those things listed above can be beaten to a pulp and some how build back up, even stronger. What happens when theming has had enough, enough of the everyday, non-stop madness running rapid in our heads. What should one do when his mind has tapped out.

"It's 2am, I'm drunk again, it's heavy on my mind"

As the cold breeze blows on this frozen night in Virginia. I sit, tucked away in my mind, for I know now that our love has run cold. It has grown old and tired. It has given it's final call. The flame, once burned so bright with lustful passion and warmth. Now burnt out and nothing left but a pile of ashes. From the ashes brings a new flame, burning deep down inside. A flame so mesmerizing and full of warmth it can consume you within a matter of seconds.

You can tell I've gone mad, off my rocker, bonkers. Constant  race with myself, for what, I am not sure. Feel her warmth while you can, come morning time she'll surely be gone. Lost in a haze, bent for hell bound. Summer born, into a fiery heart. It's tough living without  a part of my heart. To start is not to begin but to simply MAKE A NEW MEMORY WITH ANOTHER.....

I've got a heart full of blues, trying to live a life with no rules. All we are is wasted fools, running from the bulls. Feeling life's push and pulls as we reach the crest of this mountain. It's been a hard climb. When you feel yourself slip, don't forget to grab ahold of what beauty your life holds for you. Some of us are forever running, running from things that seem so monstrous but in the end, we find that it was just our wicked thoughts tugging and dragging you to the bottom again, if you find yourself there once again. Well, just look up, have hope and climb again.

In the end were all to blame, in the end we'll all be insane.
We go through this life, some suffering over sadness, madness or jealously. I am not one to speak like I am some prophet but I've felt enough of all three, to know a little something. You must find peace and seek out positive energies, look for the happiness in everyones smile, even when you can see right through that ****** cover up. We should al love each other, not only for our differences but for all that we are because in the end we all lie the same way in our graves.

It's like a heard of sick cattle. Not mentally fit for the race of life. Sent here to be watched, treated, poked and pushed. Pumped full of ******* lies and pills, pills rioting away your insides slowly, what a lovely life. Our minds are wrapped like little pigs in a blanket, all warm and cozy, thinking we're safe. That was a lie too.

Simplicity is love
Companionship is life
Greed is evil
Live so we are happy
Live so that we are free
Breathe as if it's your last
Love as if it's never came your way

To love someone is an adventure. To place your heart upon a mantle, exposing it to daggers and knives is the easiest part to succeeding at love. Love is nothing but a game of chess. Planning your every move, making sure you move two steps forward and not two steps back. Losing a piece every single move. The bishop , the knight and pawns all gone. But the board is becoming clearer and the queen is visible at last. Checkmate.