Sirens hardly sound at home.
It's so easy to forget that tragedies happen every day.
Ignorance?
Yeah, unfortunately.
Part of me doesn't give a shit.
Ignorance?
Yeah, unfortunately.


I'm not a musician nor am I a writer.
I'm not so sure I feel comfortable with this.....show that I'm about to preform.
Shit.
I wonder sometimes about how many musicians write about actual occurrences and how many are just story tellers?
Either way...it's better than what I've got.


I thought i was okay with being alone.
I'm not.
My bones and my muscles and my skin aches in lonely desperation.
I wonder if this cat feels the same way?
I'd believe it.
She'll practically beg for affection and once it's given to her she never wants it to end.
Well until of course she's bored with it.
That's just how it goes I guess?

I'll spend hours and days and months daydreaming.
I get lost in it all.
I start to believe things I've daydreamed are reality.
Am I dead?