The music. The music is my first love. The life style is my worst enemy. I found my way for about a month it was amazing. I lost my way about three days ago. I will gain it back now. Rock and Roll gets to the bottom of my heart and shakes all the good.
“never take it seriously, if you never take it seriously you never get hurt, if you never get hurt, you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely just go to the record store and visit your friends.”
I’ve got a bad case of the Penny Lane syndrome. I may have been born with it.
I have a dream. A dream of bohemian lower east side life. Packed into a little apartment hiding from any true responsibility of the early twenties age. Never mind, not a dream but more of being led by the thing that makes me truly happy deep down. I lost my way.
I have rock and roll dreams.
I wish I played them out better.
Why am I always a fool so unprepared with him when I know how I should balance know how to let the glimmer show through the groupie into the band aid.
I am so proud to see those eyes again, I was being over loud just so he would hear- know he was listening.no matter how much he pretended he wasn’t
It was amazing.
I thought I saw it again. But truth is I never really lost it.
I should learn to never doubt myself.
The other life wasn’t for me I’m not letting go again.
In the morning I will know who I am again.