So i'm thinking of renaming this blog... maybe whatever is, is... because really, nothing can be right... nor could it be wrong... and I hate living in a society where there is a right way to do things.. It just can't be, because all of us are 100% individual.. you know? like, correctness can't exsist when there are n number of ways to look at anything... Ehh it doesn't matter much... i don't think words are good enough to express myself anymore... nor is anything else... My music is a part of me certainly.. as is my drawing... but none of it is me.... most days i'm not me... it's a struggle.. is "all under heaven' important? perhaps.. but is sacrificing my individuality for that acceptable... again, none of it can be answered, so I don't know why i keep asking... or is it in asking that I can still prove to myself that i exsist? is it the unknowing that keeps me from becoming a statistic? or i'm I just paranoid... or am I paranoid and that's what is keeping me questioning? Nature is circles.. circles circles circles... I'm not even sure right now if I spelled that right...something tells me I didn't... and yet I can't think of any other way to spell it... See, look at me, talking in circles... the things I know are limited... but they're very very important. I know that I don't know what I believe... wheather that's ok or not i'm not sure... but I know I can't know what I believe... And I know I love my fiancee very very much, and I miss her like crazy... I know that, and most days that's enough to keep me going, to keep on keepin on if you will.... she's that constant that I can count on... and maybe that provides just enough sanity for your truely... just enough to make me happy...

My music isn't what I feel, The words from my mouth aren't quite what I mean. My pencil can't paint the right feeling. I feel deaf, dumb, and blind. It's in my mind, why can't it find the outside? Why?

Nothing I could say,
Would make you understand.