There is a sadness coursing through me, a wave of ocean that wants to drain itself out of my eyes. I think it's out of loneliness but I'm in the middle of the world, in the middle of the U.S. of all these people and things and animals and life. It's hard to realize your friends aren't your friends anymore. This transitory part is difficult to get through, sloughing off the old and holding onto memories and looking for new, looking for more. Music is my friend.

"and if you ever get lonely just go to the record store and visit all your friends."
-Almost Famous

"calling come on thunder, come on thunder, sometimes when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul. Sometimes when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul. It's a monsoon" - James