SCATTERED LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS:
Sittin’ here, with my headphones on. Listening to scattered songs. Onward with the good fight, the merry thought, the beating of the drum, onward with collective thought, to where the art roams free, to where dreams become reality, another late night of mixed signals coming from the heart and mind, a series of mumbled thought, writing these words with no end in sight, onward. There is no energy left here to channel, there is no energy left to burn, late night ponder, late night blunder, with my headphones on, no thought left to blankly share, a series of memories, I don’t need anything to help convince me that I’m more alive than this, when the art creates me and I no longer scratch the charcoal across the paper, I write along to the beat of a song that is yet to be written, yet to be made, yet to be sung, onward, onward with the many thoughts I’ve got lost inside my head just waiting to be found, to be shared, mumbled, jumbled, lost inside my head. Sitting here, I’m feeling alright, alone with my thoughts, tired, sleepy, insomniac blues. Eventually I’ll try and sleep, but on humid summer nights I always feel this restless. I always feel this numb, but not in some grandiose melancholic typical way, but I’m alright, feeling good, good enough, with my headphones on, on another sleepless night, the music gives me life when all else fails, when all else fades into background static sound. I sit here, and think of how far I’ve come and how I will always keep moving onward, onward goes my merry thought, from this cynical bastards heart, through the good times and the bad times-mostly bad but thats alright, that is just how life goes, sittin’ here, with my headphones on, letting the music guide my heart, always putting trust into the beat. Heart and soul, heart and sound. Onward, with the good fight, with no end in sight, onward.
Stay classy.
-Dandy Jon-
