of all times to be seeing things.

realizing now how truly warped i've become. following paths only as far as the glow of the headlights. not thinking about tomorrow, not thinking of anything but myself. dumbing down now. the power of higher conscious finally took its toll. though head and soul might feel better if i let them, there is no comfort in subduing who you are deep down. save it for a rainy day and all. heart is aching, but thats the only thing that feels familiar these days. tainting all of the things i've considered the most beautiful. the toughest road is self-realization. get down, get lonely. maybe all we need is to throw our questions out the window. distance takes me further from where i want to be, and though i've figured nothing out, abandoning this state i'm in feels counter productive. wanting to be free feels more like raising a toast.

this one's for the scum bags.