I live between where stories end and real life begins.
A place where memories reside.
Not where they are created or remembered just where they sit.
Where they just exist
They are not used.
Nothing new is created, added or subtracted.
I am one of these memories.
I am at a point in my life where nothing new is being created or added.
Where all the things I have accomplished and everything I have experienced can not be taken away or given back.
I am just existing.
*** I found this entry in a journal I got from my best friend in 2008. It was the first entry. This was written a few months after my world completely fucking changed. I just graduated from college. I had buried two of brothers with in 33 days of each other. This was my reflection at the time. The reason I wanted to post this is really this seems so true for so many of us. I still feel this way on many occasions even 6 years later.
I notice that I have not updated this blog in over a year WOW so I went and looked at past post and I did one last year of pictures of some of my favorite lyrics. So here is a years worth that I have been posting to instagram showing my lyrics of the day. I hope you enjoy!
My knuckles maybe bruised and broken but I'll never give up the fight.
I'll fight no matter how long it takes.
I'll fight no matter where or if I'm slashed, broken and beaten.
I'll fight as long as I can wake up with you. As long as i can wale up in your eyes. Because wrapped in your arms I could survive anything.