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.