Music and life and music and life would go hand in hand if you were the hero of a pedantic dream that never ended. I want my life to treat me like a hero and hurt me like an antihero. Sometimes you are better than you think. The sun is out and all the kids want to go to the park and play their bodies out. Zig zag in a map of no beliefs. Ideas of sweetness drive my inner thoughts. I want to see and feel and see and feel. Never stop. Ever. You’ll get bored otherwise. Feel your inner truth, trust your inner truth. Dance to it. The sun’s out. I need to go to bed.