Guilty of the same things, provoked by the cause.

So you wanted something to read, let's give it a shot.

Been busy all day, making the last preparations for our trip to Siesta. Restyled the tent, not really sure that it's that beautiful but I can't care less, I just wanted the feeling of being there already.
I'm so excited, seeing Placebo live, standing in the front lines with an army behind me as if we are going out to war. We race to the front, everyone wanting the same thing, we all share the same feeling of amazement, we feel the satisfaction, but we still want more, we hunger for you.

The rest of the day I've been sitting here, writing those famous songs of dark and damp silence that voices never share, just to myself in my head. Poetry in a pure and simplistic form, in a way that it can't be affected by the world, where you can't be judged by everyone surrounding you like you are every second of you existence.
As I ponder over my lyrics, I can't help but think of the notebook I looked through earlier today when Loke wanted me to draw one of the pictures on my tent. We've been through so much together, and if it wasn't for you; I'd have one hell of a blogg.

"It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
If we can afford the luxury of turning our heads if we can
Adjust that 1000 dollar smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won't cover ugly actions
Good frames won't save bad paintings."