Letters To Burn
2018-06-09 13:52:27 (UTC)

Number Forty Two

No letters in a while. Just lyrics. Well here’s one for ya. Random thoughts. I don’t think humans are meant to be together for their whole lives. It seems a very limited way to live. I miss long conversations. I miss being able to debate issues and thoughts without people getting butt hurt. I like my sense of humor. I like making people laugh. One of the few things I’m good at. Today I miss Elliott a lot. I’m ready to die. I thought I was ready to live but I’m not sure I am. I either need to be far away from here or in the ground. The difference is razor thin at this point. I like the feeling you get talking to someone who’ doesn’t know how horrible you are yet. It’s hard to explain how I feel. I think I am done with direct lyrics for a while, time to write more abstract. Random words that create strange images... it’s a little closer to how my brain works. Probably won’t be able to do it like I want. Well another day in this big house alone. Burn it down I say.