thing I trust is, The shovel that digs and buries me.

if me and my friend wanted to play an acoustic set on the 24th of november… Really fuck! No one even knows my music yet how do I know if I should even play, I feel like we’d get booed the fuck out -.- but either way we’re fighting to try and do it I guess because everyone is realy excited for us to do it (as in my friends) so hopefully if you live in michigan you can come enjoy it. If we do even get out set together in time.

more and more truth’s to me the other night. I’ve always called myself a vagabond and I meant it, but now at age 21 do I truly understand the curse I hold in my brain. I’m constantly wanting to change environments, and I’ve never had a real set place where I go to feel at “home”. Which is now why I choose to use tumblr, I know no one & no one know’s me, they read my thought see my interests, and my darkest feelings. For some odd reason letting everyone know as a collective calms me down. It’s not the response to what i do, it’s the fact I did it and got it out there. I’m just a lost leader from a defeated past left to stroll this wasted country, and I decided that by new years I’m probably going to start voyaging whether I have the money or not. I do the same thing through out Michigan, why not take it to the next scale and find out what my life really means to me.

interesting as to how lonely of a person I am. I enjoy company a lot of people talk to me, but yet in the end, I’m the only one here. My head seems so vast, I feel as though I get lost walking around inside it. It doesn’t help that I explore this darkness without a light, but you were my light.