brighter days.

I am malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.
malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.
malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.
malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.
malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.
malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.
malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.malcontent.


Why am i so unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable unsatisfiable?


all of this and and and and and and and and and and and and and and for no reason.

I need nothing else to complete complete complete complete complete complete complete complete complete complete complete complete complete complete complete me.



The piano is playing.
The guitar strings shaking along.
The lobes of my mind weaving across each other and allowing each individual sound to tag along.

I am feeling odd and transparent. No no, not quite.


Rather than invisible, the noticed and passed. Not the ignored, but the forgotten.

Longing for no place other than th epalce that is meant to be my own, wishing fo rit to step up soon enough. Musically, i crave a change.


We are so generic. We sound like everything else today. What makes us different? Nothing.

What makes us better than anyone else dreaming of making it?

Nothing.