today should be good. i feel like anything resembling a failure can't stick to me. i have become far to chemical and slippery. i'm an oil slick in the center of the ocean, either light me on fire or let me go. as of late i have been drifting, a point of light that dances on the northern sky before a fleeting moment passes the onlooker by. i appear in my old haunts as a ghost, and many appear startled at the sight of my face. i immensely enjoy this. i guess that is the lesson i am learning in life, that i am really no one. i never really will be anyone. no fame or fortune will rest on my doorstep, just the comfortable camouflage of obscurity. i will not die a martyr, i will not die a glorified criminal. i will die a thief in the gutter, i will die a vagrant in the night. there are no obituaries for the curious wanderer. there are no funerals for long lost boys. no responsibilities, no problems. just years to go and no faces to know.
listening to -
"free fallin'" - john mayer (where the light is: live in los angeles)
"here it goes" - jimmy eat world (chase this light)
"suddenly everything has changed" - the postal service (the district sleeps alone ep)
"we always rewind the best part" - this day and age (always leave the ground)
"consequence" - the notwist (neon golden)
"blood bleeds" - the helio sequence (love and distance)
"the good that won't come out" - rilo kiley (the execution of all things)
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