the red wall.

Cant sleep.- Cant eat.- No joke. -I sunk in without knowing it.- and its only midwinter- midnight- and delerious in thought- Im feeling everything- vibrations- and everything I am- all molded together- with my dried flowers- and my guitar I've played so loud lately- and I'm damn happy about it.- Knowing that I know whos pulling a trick on me, and why- and Im okay with it-Because I've tried other ways of thinking- and all thats left to do is go with the flow- and show the real me through a series of un-shy moments, un-caring moments, look-like-shit moments.- But its okay- Because I've recorded lately- In my half awake war- Im well aware, its the worst thing I've ever written- But thats alright- Its something to look back on- When Im back to routine, and I cant recall what it feels like to lay there until I realize- I cant stop moving- and I act out instead- alone, in my room- I cant sleep- and it feels so damn good.