Making Ends Meet
– I’ll take a degree, wear a luminescent suit, come back to a luminescent house and greet a luminescent of a wife and maybe talk about the adventures I had as a kid while I was seeking to be free with an orange team that saw the answer to everything on the most beautiful artistic expressions.
Yeah, my project is fading away, but I still have some tricks up my sleeve.
I’ve been falling deeper and deeper into my consciousness and now I need to hear advice from my 17 year old self on how to behave so that people can still keep thinking I’m among them. But the dream never died.
And even knowing that I might be writing this for nobody to pay attention to the meaning to my words, I’ll still use this as a letter to myself – fuck, even if it’s on some organized way to let the second attempt of a relaunch begin.
The clock counts down until March and the team is building to form a nice group that actually works with artists who want help instead of the quick satisfaction of a new t-shirt. Surely there’s a way to lead people to acknowledge quality through humility without dirty tactics along the way.
‘Cause the ends will meet eventually.
And this road will end.
The music will be silent.
The memories will turn to ash.
The meaning will stop existing.
, I just hope to make them meet beautifully.