"The time has come for colds and overcoats. We're quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home. Another week away, my greatest fear. I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears. If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill. Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone."

- Brand New

I'm nothing extraordinary. I feel and think like every other human in exsistence. But I have my own mind. I have thoughts, that when spoken, force you to pause. Trying to silence me is anyones greatest mistake.

I'm outspoken when the moment calls for passion. A chaotic combination of conviction and emotion. The kind that can cause a shift in the seat or an uprisal of emotion. The kind you can hate but not ignore.

I wasn't made for this world. I can't make the changes I want. I'm being forced to be content as a wanderer and i'm frustrated and restless. But I have my heart and with every beat I know its one second closer to the end for a new begining to arise.