Tone

Seek to understand, not be understood by the masses. If you’re understood, understanding you is a simple task. If you understand what self-appointed judges misunderstand, inner reflection serves a greater purpose than originally planned. It serves as food for thought even if your conscience is starving. It serves as a pulse for your fingertips even if you’re barely even conscious. New found positivity something my windy demeanor I still have to get used to, glory given to the afterlife, but my atheistic tendencies arise out of the blue Sometimes it takes strength to admit that we aren’t strong enough to handle it alone. We clench guns in our fists but lack the ammo in our minds to load small handguns and then wonder why we haven’t grown. Personal growth is subjective, and music makes us reflective. And while we all go through adversity, personal tolerance depends on perspective. While recovery music makes me feel included, I continue to live life like a recluse. And while concerts unite my tastes, my buds can’t help but make me feel excluded Go home, spark a bong, wonder if you think this will help you escape your insecurities. Blow the ashes on the seat next to you, the seat unoccupied but you block out that vision as it is quite blurry. Load it again, wonder if you think the more you elevate, the more your problems disintegrate. But the point of elevation is elevated self awareness, people misunderstand as previously mentioned, not the first time they make that mistake Most of us grow up dreaming of material things that we will never have. But none of us focus our adolescence on appreciating what we once had. In retrospect, we all view our past as inferior to our present. But our ever-changing spectrum of appreciation only depends on who we surround us within our presence. Stories of years passed don’t always mean we’ve left the memory in the past. Cause the memories linger on until we’ve dealt out all our hands which is no small task My careless demeanor coupled with an isolated lifestyle causes me to care less. Following another failed relationship, I spark up another solo sesh. Ironic that two things couple together to form something so alone. Words come short of fully expressing myself, but the dark pitch in my voice tells a truth about my realist tone