3/14/15

found myself, coming out of this little whole I've been in for the last year or so. Trying to figure out my next step. What I've noticed is that I never in my life have known my next step. I've so carelessly stepped without looking for so many years. I think maybe I should keep my habits the same. I mean, look at where I am now. I had no idea my life would be this... me, playing music. I can say that I haven't been this happy, ever. Only one night comes close. My show at the House of Blues. It wasn't even the venue, or the crowd, it was the fact that I came closer to kissing the infamous Sally that night. Probably the closest I've ever come, or ever will. I look to the future, and can't see much room for anything else but the road. I do find myself wishing for more than a simple hope. I find myself wishing for mini pies, oldies music, and 3/14/15. What would you do if I said  "In 10 years you'd be mine". I look to these moments to look past the fact that I am going through some of the hardest years of my life. Right now, this music journey is an uphill battle, and I bet it will happen in a way I wont realize. I've seen the crowds grow over the years, and it seems like I don't even realize they were growing. These in a sense are my hard times. Can you believe that? I'm having the time of my life, I cannot imagine the good times.

"Morning falls like rain, into the city life, there goes another night. I lose my breath in waves, knowing that every crash is bleeding the hourglass and taking the strife, from all our lives"