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I'm not sure how to really start this one. There is a million different things that i could say, but i'm not really sure where to start, or what exactly is me. Not anymore, had you asked me who I am a year ago, or even even six months ago I could have told you without a doubt in my mind who I am.But now, I know of only two real truths.
One, we are all going to die.
Two, Music is the only thing that matters in life everything else, from friends to lovers, from food to water, hell from smoke to air. The only thing that matters in life is music, because it is truly the only thing that separates us from animals.
Personally I've taken the time to truly think about my past and there is only one thing that I can take from it and hold in my hands that doesn't hurt me. That is my bass, everything else holds a memory that pains me. Everything from my dog tags, to my bed. Has something about it that makes it almost unbearable to look at. Yet I continue to look at it ever ******** day without asking anything. It just makes me wonder why I do the things I do, and at the same time I know without a doubt in my mind. The reason you keep things even when they cause pain is because they are a reminder of the past, and without the past we will make the same mistakes.
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