Flashes of hope fill my cup with wisps of smoke that feel as full as the water you pretend to pour. The light always dims just when it begins, and I scrape the soot from the floor.
I've had one question running through my head on repeat for the last four years, and that same question becomes more relevant every day:
"Why would you lie when the truth would give more peace to everyone involved?"
I was sad the other day and then I remembered I've played some of the biggest and best stages in the state, and all my closest friends have played the biggest stages across the country. I'm not sad anymore.
I may have been diagnosed with PTSD, but I thank whoever's running this grand show on Earth that I did not suffer the horrors that these men who came before me did.
I believe transfiguration/shapeshifting is 100% real because I've personally seen dozens of people turn into worms, snakes and rats before my very eyes.
“If you ever need anything at all man, just call me” gets said a whole lot.
I’ve been more or less in my bed for three weeks straight and every single time I ask someone to come and just be with me there’s another excuse or something better to do.
I’m fucking bitter.