Note From the Underground

"We are our only saviors" --Constructive Summer, The Hold Steady
"Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine" --Lord, I'm Discouraged, The Hold Steady

I've been thinking. I don't really know how to talk to people anymore. I'm becoming very bad at interactions...scratch that, I'm becoming worse than I was.

You can't talk if people refuse to speak.

I may be a lot of things, but at least I always try to stay clear. I'm trying to get better at that.

I'm trying to be the change that I want to see in the world, so I'm taking down some artifice.

"Advice? People often give away what they need most." --Oscar Wilde. Sometimes "being safe" isn't the best advice. Sometimes, "you're worth it" are hollow bullets. Sometimes, a forced confession is better than the things that are "okay."

What's the difference between flaky and passionate?

There are no "kind of's" any longer. Things are or they aren't. Terrifyingly simple like a mace through flesh.

I'm over being bored. I wish people were more fascinating all the time. Do the unexpected. Be improbable. Wander. Wonder. Make confrontation. Let your note from the underground stand for your passive notes to change the world.

Both a fire and wind cause destruction.
I'd rather be felt.
I'd rather be seen.
I'd rather be now.

Serial dreamer, constant hypocrite, relentless optimist, crack in the wall, howling voice silenced