Taking as much time as I find I have to breakaway from the hectic schedule I have. Escape the life that I'm living no dice my escapism is just a different type of prison I know. few do though so I'm here to explain. Although the people who get it aren't near me its plain to see they hear me. I see them in my happy memories when reality bleeds painful truths to the things I would do. So past tense as if I'm new, I like to believe that to be my truth, but you know... Shit happens I'm just above an excuse. Take my words as proof that I Do think of you it's just not cool when my feelings get overused. Or over used to what they can't have, not saying I can't reach and grab, but taking another stab at that always leaves me thinking what's the use?
Maybe I should finish that... a lot on my mind 2 minutes wasn't nearly enough, but that's all I have time for!
*they ARE all connected*