I have these thoughts racing through my mind like it’s the Indy 500.
In the middle of the this half-baked piece I find myself inching a little further inside my mind than I’d like. Still within the safety zone, but tempting the dark. I knew this piece would require going to that place, I knew that slicing open that scar would sting like hell. But, in order to slay this demon of mine I must perform a little surgery. I’ve rewritten Mystikx seven times, this piece might be the death of me, but it’s a necessary piece to the new puzzle I’m currently writing.
A break is most definitely needed though. I need to step outside of my head, I need some fresh air, I need some answers. So, outside I venture to. This California midnight sky is gorgeous and the chilly air is calming. For a moment I think of you *****, your name I keep secret, if you knew, I wouldn’t know what to do. Your image remains in my dream and I still find myself trying to decide between the glock or the bat. Your handsome image keeps me sane amongst the insanity.
You are surrounding all my surroundings, sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain. You are surrounding all my surroundings, twisting the kaleidescope behind both of my eyes… – Twenty One Pilots
There’s something I want to say, something I need to say, however these racing thoughts won’t slow their speed. So I will allow this simple quote to speak for me.
I hope this finds you *****, and anyone else who needs it.