thirty four: I can't give what I can't take

I want to know what brave is.

I'm tired of sitting here pretending I'm not fucking dangerous.

thirty three: someone take these dreams away

twenty nine years ago today.

I wish you could see the impact you had.

thirty two: ...

I must have fucking rocks in my head or something.

I've never thought this long, or this hard about something and not come to a concrete decision. Every time I start to make my way towards completion I end up back at the beginning.

Rocks, it has to be the rocks.