i tend to turn to music when things get low and i lose touch with reality.
when everything else fails, and i mean everything, somehow even the softest and most quiet melody can find a way to touch the deepest place in me.
those nights with nothing else but chilly fresh air, the moist smell of grass and wet soil, starry sky, a burning joint and good music. good times.
i heard when we hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up.
dont we all change for the better?.. even if it may look bad right now, it'll turn out better.
dont we all change for the better?.. even if it may look bad right now, it'll turn out better.