One of my main issues in my life is not knowing anything about myself. I don't know what the fuck to think of myself half the time. I don't know who or what I am. All I have are just small values of attempting to make this world a better place when I can, or even if I can. Just trying to make sure no one has to suffer or endure the mind torture that I did in my past.

I can't really define myself at all. I have my music, I have my dreams, But none of it seems to have any value really. I don't know where to go with them. Follow your dreams, but if I do, I'd have to die to go with them, or fall into a coma. I'm not necessarily confused, I just don't know how to go about life. How I'm supposed to live except in this present moment. I don't know whats in store for me, or even if theres anything out there for me anymore. My life is blank. And every attempt I take at trying to add color to it, is null and void. 

Maybe theres color in this spaciousness. I just can't see it yet.

Maybe everything already is, we just can't see it yet. Maybe its happening as we speak, but we can't see time in the correct formation.