Feels Like This : In Insanity Halfway to Reality
Sitting up, it is 1:54 AM, Sunday night, before a big spanish final. I’m listening to old songs that i’ve neglected due to the memories they carry on subtle beats. I’ve been so wrapped up in trying to tie things together I think i’ve tied myself into a knot. With so little time to untangle, I’m praying for a pair of shiny scissors to just cut me up, cut me out....