hypocritepoet

Music defines reality... or reflects it.

Friendship is an arrangement by which we undertake to exchange small favors for big ones. Count your life by friends and your age by smiles.

When did it last rain?

Wherein I go all Indiana-Jones on my psyche.

Matchbox 20 – 1996

The Empty Places

I see dotted lines around the ghosts.

if knowledge is power, then those in the dark are powerless.

You can be removed from the ceremony, but the work never leaves you. Not if it was always really there.

What is it you would like to say?
 Say it, for this is the world’s end.