Wind Rivers

Distant, unconnected. That's how I feel, set apart, looking at the world and my peers through frosted glass. The pointlessness of what I'm doing now is building, the need to get out increasing exponentially.

Music is the only thing which allows me to hold on to my sanity, without it the sense of the impending death of my soul would overwhelm me.

All I have to do is survive long enough to get out. I'm going to disappoint a lot of people when I do, but that really doesn't matter. I can't be who others want me to be, I can only be who I am. Whoever that is.

In the end they'll be just fine and so will I. I'll achieve some of the initial goals and dreams they have for me, I'm just not doing it in the expected or prescribed manner. Supposedly its the end result that really matters anyway. But no matter, its either live my life my way or lose it entirely, and I'm sorry but I'll choose the former.

Oh I nearly forgot, Wind Rivers, a mountain range somewhere in Wyoming, near the Jim Bridger Wilderness Area. We call them mountains, but Wind Rivers just seems so much more fitting, it speaks to the mind and heart in a way that mountains doesn't.

-redbishopII