15: Flow

Answering the question, to where the hell am I gonna find bliss
My soul’s music is timeless
Keep it close to your heart; it’s hard to define this
A pint is not enough liquid courage to go ‘round
So when I draw from this universe I put it into the sound
Would have been lost but found myself in the process

I need to figure out what I want to do. I would die before I work a desk job for my career. Life is short enough, and I'll be miserable enough with the shit the government and news agencies and Ann Coulter wants you to be afraid of. I will not spend the majority of my day wondering what I could have done instead, and wondering when I'll be done. I love music so much that I want to immerse myself in it for my career. But with better pay than a struggling musician. So I guess, interships then. I'll focus my universe into the sound.

I'm going to stop drinking so much. Fucking "liquid courage" is right.

What if consciousness were dreaming and dreaming was reality? Would we all get what we want or would we interfere with each other's happiness?

I wish that my life could be as simple as the flow. It goes in one direction always. There's different branches, but it doesn't decide for itself. The water has no free will. Sometimes I wish fate were so; that I wouldn't have to consider the options. Maybe that is fate in itself.