peoples' lives breathe through. i like to sit and think on long car rides, about them, about myself.  in that state i feel unreal/real, my mind rising and falling like the sea.  yet in the end i still dont fully understand.  if i treated other people with the same vicious, two-faced nature i treat myself...

maybe ill just paint creatures that are ghosts like me
i promised myself once i would make dreams for people but i dont know
i dont know anymore
i want to do more; i want to change.