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. Your image remains in my dreams and I still find myself trying to decide between the glock or the bat.
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.