Thought is my enemy. More over thinking, I suppose. The imagination in me is an evil feeling that grows… I’ve lost it all and, yet, I wouldn’t say I’ve fallen.

Hope is kind of funny. The universe is a comedian. You laugh about your past so laugh about the present, because as soon as it’s happened you are no longer living in it. I mean, you don’t always love your present but at least you were someone that got something given.

I guess that’s why I’m so afraid. The fear that I’m not worth it. I imagine a bag of diamonds loving a bag of bullshit. However, we are all just different instruments. Playing together makes an orchestra. You have to want to be into it, or everyone will play against ya.