*Politik by Coldplay plays in background*

The first thing I remember wanting to be when I was a little shit was an Astronomer. Looking up into the sky was beyond kick ass for me at the young age of four. Hell, Astronomy was the first "big" word I learned how to spell.

The Clouds. The Stars. The Moon. The Sun. All places I wanted to go. Ok, maybe not the Sun bitch, but you know what I mean. (boo hoo the Sun could burn you....lick my boots)

Right now I'm not even here. My head is so in the clouds right now and I'm not even sure why exactly.

I don't hate this place. (the ground) I'm just supposed to be somewhere else. Doing something else.

Listen, you can sit there and say "everyone feels this way, at one time or another", is that supposed to make me feel less like a cumulus cloud and more like a robot?

Autumn is coming.





Revival is in the air.

And do try and keep up, Politik by Coldplay is Track 7.

Sookie, Sookie Now.