Yacht- See Mystery Lights (Instrumentals)

Since I have nothing really to update this with, I'll throw up a Yacht Instrumental album.

Jammin out.

I've always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is -- and it's me.

It certainly has been quite the while since I last sat down to write. I'll try not to take so long next time. For now though, here's something I wrote.

There is no gravity.
I talk to the beauty.
But that was when I crawled on your knees to appear.

Let there be no title.

I've been reduced to a child, who sees how everything was(?), or the state of "what could be." I've forgotten, is there an end to the day? What a pathetic pretentious question. My original thought was lost because I sat and thought too much about how I could make myself sound more like a prestigious writer. I've been missing my imagination. I've been dumbed down, desensitized by everything I see today. I don't have to think, I might as well let everyone else do my thinking.

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I don't think I can write a book, everything I write down makes me feel that I'm not as intelligent as I thought I was. I don't think I really make an effort to care about the future of anything. Living day by day is just how it has always been for me. How can I think there's anything wrong with how I live? Considering we've put life on such an important agenda, that we all forget that living is not the everything that we all think that it is. Fuck, fuck, what am I even trying to write. I can't help but go on every goddamn bullshit tangent that has anything to do with what I was talking about. And when I think what may perhaps lie ahead, it always just makes me think about what I am currently doing and how I can better the immediate situation. However, my interest in this is rapidly dwindling. I think I'll stop here.

It Was a First-Class End

I couldn’t help but hate myself as she got out of my car at the bus station. We hardly spoke on the 45 minute ride there. She made a few remarks on how people were very different, when they got behind the wheel of their vehicle. Christ, was she articulate when she spoke, but not only that, every word she said was spoken with such confidence and it just made her increasingly more interesting to listen to. Though, you wouldn’t have blamed me for not trying to engage in conversation with her if you’ve seen how she acted. Shit, who am I kidding? I couldn’t help but just pick out and distort every little thing she said. I was mad at her, not for the things she said, not for how she was acting, but for my own resent of her. How I hated her. How I had such fondness and warmth for her. It didn’t matter to her though, but why should it have? I’m not one who deserves to have what I care for. Perhaps I was too eager? I don’t really know what that means, getting to know someone should have put these things aside, but no, I suppose, it doesn’t have to.
She got out of the car, and just closed the door, I knew that I wouldn’t see her in a very long time. I wanted to say something, I needed to say something. So I told her what I was thinking the entire ride there. I miss you. Her reaction to this was very minimal. She told me she did too. I was unconvinced. She didn’t mean it, how could she mean it. But it didn’t matter. I missed her, and that’s all I knew. I drove away before she went into the station, I didn’t want to watch her leave.