Confessions on a Dashboard_

Dashboard slips through my headphones. The good stuff. Before he sold out. Soft steel strings and pure harmonies, brash patterns and love. Is this to be a story of my life? Stuck where people once were, afraid to move on because the old stuff was better? Or am I already gone? Past and present, where do I sit, or have I run away from myself? Who am I to become?

Summer is inevitable. Is it new? Or is it just like all the others? Will I push through it, being who I am in the summer and then become myself again or will I finally just be simple? Simplicity is who we are. Complications are human. Human is complication. Personality is yours and mine, mine and yours, simply held by a heart. Is my heart ready to show itself or am I still hiding?