I can explain myself because I'm me. I know who I am. I've been through what I've been through, so I know what I know. Unfortunately, not really, I may have no idea. I'm one thing and another. Hero and villain, strapped and free. I'm satisfied, I'm unhappy. I'm stable, I'm having difficulty. I'm a hypocrite & I'm legit as an angel. Pure as possible, Clear as crystal. I'm inconsiderate, uncaring, and a hater. I'm real, I'm a phony. I'm a student, a homie, a friend, and a person to go to. A nobody, a fragment of LIFE that will eventually whither away. I'm creative, I'm clique. I'm a poser and I'm a lame. A loser and a dork. I take in consideration and critical thinking of consequences. I don't give a damn. I forget things, forget people, and forget situations. I spit only the truth, I'm a damn liar. I realize all that I've had and that I have. I don't have anything. I am deep, I am shallow. I'm intellectual and an airhead. I'm an artist, I'm a photographer. I'm an amateur, and a novice. I'm not in touch with reality and living in my own world, consisting of imagination, dreams, and visions. I'm a stoner and I'm a bit slow. I drift away in music, becoming one with it, as I fly away from earth, not looking back. I'm headed towards a sanctuary and utopia. I talk to myself, and I have a plan within my mind in hopes that things follow accordingly. I live off determination everyday and I simply exist. I'm living life, I'm just passing by. I make people happy, I make people dgaf. I'm naive, don't know where I'm heading, and pretty much lost. I'm confident, straight edge, and ready for Armageddon. I'm success, I'm a failure. I'm bold, I'm scared. I go with the flow, take risks, and stay gold. I only wish I stay true to my words...I'm a dreamer and realist. See it? I'm all what I just said, plausible maybe? Just contradictions of each statement maybe? just like you unique, and at the same time, same and relevant as any other living person. Could be more to it, could be nothing at all. Am I Right or wrong? Actions over words though, I'm just exhaling descriptions from yours truly. Buncha Mumbo Jumbo or spilling the soul, see for yourself.
Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake.
Well, I'm still riding the cloud 9 ride, so peace.
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