Just Words.

or a concept?

I wish I could be thrown into a simple reality where I 'don't let the world get me down, not everyone here is that fucked up and cold'*

Now, I'm probably being irrational and never the less stubborn but its extremely hard to see through all the smoke and haze of present views and opinions. But mostly its the fear and paranoia that I hate about myself and its because of what he did that still haunts me.

so where did it go?

my words may linger, however Brandon Boyd's do not.

 I suggest you get engulfed in his words they are extremely beautiful it almost scares me.

*The Warmth-Incubus.