Wasted

Sobriety is boring. I think I'll become an alcoholic next week. Just to try it on. I can always go back to the clear headed kid who doesn't know where he's supposed to be or where he's supposed to go. I wish I was 21. I'd buy myself the cheapest bottle of champagne and drink the entire thing right now. At that moment, where I was would be right. This wouldn't seem as tedious. This schooling, this education. Tommorow is the same as today, so why start again? Lets switch it up a bit. Lets shake things up. I'll get drunk to take my mind off things and maybe then I'll find peace. Peace at home and peace in the classroom. Drunken meditation is also fun. It calms the soul in mysterious ways. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I can't truly be addicted to anything because nothing holds my attention for long enough. You have to be dedicated to be addicted. I've never been dedicated to anything with all of my heart in my entire life. I've never anticipated anything the way an alcoholic does his next drink. So I'm gonna give it a go. Haven't found love in a person, so I can find love in a beverage. What's the difference? Some might say I'm being foolish, or overdramatic and to them I say...weren't you seeing you're boyfriend tonight, what are you doing reading my blog? Tomorrow just might be different this time around. With a new drink and a new sensation. I could be dead, inside and out. But at least I'll be drunk enough to forget it when the sun comes up.

Listening to music

A song so complex it sets itself beyond comparison. It goes further than the artist even imagined possible. Soothing, and flowing, up and down and in and out the lyrics pulse in my head. Disturbing my natural rhythm and bringing me to a place I've never been. This piece of art takes control. The bass line is solid and clear as a night sky free from human interaction. A choreographed ballet of musical genius and wild intuition allows this artist to play with a blank slate and create a new emotion. Each thump of electronic reverb accentuating each clammering cymbal and every crashing snare. One tom leads to the next and the guitar flows throughout. Overdrive blasting loud, but controlled. Up and down the frets, chords are alligned to perfection then hammered into a soloists dream. Rythm, power, and passion fuel the vocalist to tame his audience. Tame their thoughts and their hopes with words beyond comprehension. I'm compelled to learn more, compelled to listen with a kind of sick attention to detail. What did that pick scratch mean to you? How has it affected your life? What I take from this song will forever echo in my mind. It's message has a beat and that beat has driven purpose into my world. To those who constantly inspire and challenge me to dig further beyond the borderline, I thank you.