Just a human who happens to make music. There’s a lot of words that won’t translate into songs, so they go here! Happy reading!
Lucid: Chapter 1
PROLOGUE Damn... back to the real world again. Life is great and all but... I'll leave that comment for later. Most people wake up happy to see another day, “all praise to the most high,” they say. Me? I'd rather sleep for the rest of my life. I don't mean to die or to go comatose. I mean, literally sleep. See, me... I'm what you'd call a "lucid dreamer." I'm as conscious while dreaming as I am right now. The worlds I enter in the dreamscape are beyond amazing. This “real” world is bland and dry in comparison.
What Is Love?
What is love? I can't fully accept that love is giving a person all of your time because we've seen men & women go away to war and still exist in love. They still love their partner who is waiting for them wherever they are. So no, love has nothing to do with being there for a person physically.
Being a Musician Is Hard
Being a musician is one of those hard things to do that nobody outside of your field understands. As a musician, seriously putting time into your craft, you start to notice that you pull away from certain friendships. Family members give you crap because they don’t see why you’d rather put faith in something unstable rather than focus on getting a job you hate. Relationships tend to go sour really fast with the wrong people.