As we are, idle in time I tend to think of how people find beauty in crowds.

Lost in a sea of people as I coexist with feelings in shades so unfamiliar that I’d rather sleep and walk on streets of my own design. I’ll emerge from the home just as the sun retires beyond the hills, cause to me, as the moon begins to rise the scent of spring is stronger and so nostalgic that I quickly forget where I am. Cause I’m free. I see the beauty in little things, things so simple that to attempt to be anything more is foreign. Unrefined yet suspicious but I’ve heard it all before. “We don’t all walk to the same beat, your living in a dream they said.” Creating alone is parallel enough to share sides of life with those reluctant to hear, only my ears think while yours listen. I’m so lucky to play with the guys I do. All we have is eachother, so embrace it. 

Bob Saget is Back, now we can all be a kid again.

-MB

We are still playing, and still writing. not fully dead yet.