I'm a musically-obsessed, anglophilic, writing "hipster" who has an easier time writing about other's feelings than his own. My mind is constantly processing too many different things at too much the same time to ever finish anything I start/assume even the facade of sanity. I can't seem to find the balance between surface-dwelling and diving too deep. Therefore, I either feel nothing or too much; I am either externally clinging desperately to what strangers define as 'life', or I'm so far inside that my two hands have no hope of capturing anything but each other. And no matter how honest, and open, and blunt and up-front I truly am, this is honestly, openly, bluntly and up-frontly the first time I have been able to verbalize any of this. So, you know.. There's that.. ;)
Dallas, Texas