Being on a bus approaching whilst you await to join me onboard.
Walks in town, aimless, void yet fufilling in it's own hypocritical means.

I miss our Leaf litter sessions of thrashing studios,
impromtu tunes,
music true to ourselves,
reflective of our beaten paths,
sadly those are days we can't relive.
The vacant riffs and licks bring reminiscence of a missing piece of us,
one in another world.
But i know none of you see this i speak.

Quote of the day:

Sometimes the greatest hope comes during great despair.

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