sometimes I listen to this music, and look at pictures of cities I want to live in.  The skyline, and way our Sun hits the horizon, reflects off the metal and brainchild of a thousand years.. I hold onto the hope that one day I'll live to see them in person, with a few friends and a place to sleep.  Finally washing my hair, and wondering who else is out there feeling the same, who else is out there seeing things like I do, with a cute girl laying next to me, breathing slowly on a purple pillow, liking the music I do.

I wonder who else is out there, that feels like things will never change, but get worse and debts increase, and beings coming to pass, and the cycle continues...