I wrote a poem and posted it to Tumblr. Then I deleted it. Then I wondered why I had a tumblr.
The hole in my chest that I am desperately trying to plug with smoke, subway tickets, songs, and sandwiches, for a brief instant seemed filled in yesterday.
Then I remembered that I had fallen asleep, and that everything was a dream.
So I woke up. Wrote a poem. Didn’t post it to tumblr. Why do I have a tumblr?
There is no way to live without hurting people. Every action you do, whether it seems beneficial to the whole or not, hurts someone. So what it comes down to is who’s important enough that you go out of your way to not hurt them.
Its not that I’ve been hurt by any person or action in particular. Lately I’ve just been hurting. I have a vague idea for a solution, but my fear of not hurting people has left me static for quite some time, and it has gotten to the point where I’m now crippled with the fear that I can’t recover from this.
We’re in the midst of recording our 2nd Full Length Album, and need everyone’s support going forward for us to finally make it with this stuff.
No, dammit, I won’t fucking lose.