At the end of the day, my life isn't as bad as my mind tricks me to say.
But as my life's host, I simply must note:
It's all just a funny joke.
I laugh when I'm sad - like a clown gone mad.
Unable to pull off their mask, as their hands hold a grip on their makeshift flask.
Who am I to ask questions about my own, unknown past? The past is made of glass - moving fast. Frankly, quite faster than I can grasp.
Some feelings are just built to last.
They make up our character and we are playing the lead - an independent film you work tirelessly on, that only your being will see.
It's important to be okay with what makes you feel free.
So come on, take me down to the vineyard.
Let's create a past we won't remember - with footage that will never render.
We were never solid and it's okay to surrender.
We are the jury, the judge, and the defender.
