i surround myself with their voices their sound and virtues to obtain knowledge of a strum wisdom from the symphony. i am part i am half desolate i am lost yet connected. their words [truth] tell my story.
schizoid manic paranoia. maybe im just being a **** face but sometimes i feel im being followed in observation. hamster life if you will. for what reason i do not know, but i feel im being followed, music and film tell my story. by whom? the **** should i know. i fell from the stars.