I finally jumped onto the Twenty One Pilots band wagon and am writing this post while listening to:
Car Radio – Twenty One Pilots
“I run off before I even push them away. I try so hard to solidify myself to situations.. to my own state of being but im a ghost carrying around it’s own corpse. ”
I feel as though everything seems to be a matter of ” trying ” mostly because I over think and under think.
I think too much, but I also hardly think before I speak because my mind is constantly racing, tracing the constant circles that I ahve created cycles within.
My head keeps falling while my body stands tall and weak waiting for the exact moment that my mind will match it’s lively hood.
Crawling, sprawling out amongst the fields of my sprouting memories, dampening Nostalgia.