Beautiful Disaster

I drink in the flavors of silence and drown in the noise in my head. I am a musician, a poet, a scholar, and a disciple. I am a cynical optimist...yet painfully pesamistic...an idealist and a dreamer. I want to suffocate in language, in a true and sincere glimpse at what i really feel.I could simply say I�ve been distorted by my surroundings,I�m a product of our inane semantic reality... There is no end, there is no begining, there is only the infinate passion of life... I cry sometimes at night, my tears they seem to almost echo in the darkness. The walls, they talk to me, saying so much in there silence...but with there words I write, for they know how I feel, think, and am. Life is your canvas. Paint your own future...