High on the idea Drunk on the dream

It’s nights like this 10:12 pm with nothing left but my thoughts. It’s nights like this uncomfortable in my skin, uncomfortable in my being

Life is like a thunder storm, it’s loud, it’s unexpected, it is an extraordinary show. It is scary, and crazy, and dangerous but it always passes. It is always too short. It is only there for a moment...

Terror the first step. The sick to your stomach did anyone I know get hurt…take a breath.

Life is a wash cycle, except no one is clean. Wake up you’re living the American Dream