Heartbroken-bacchus - I Miss Those Good Old Boys

I am not the person who comes back im the person who disappears forever as if I never existed

i start to figure out how to survive in the city. people aren't so different than the ones back home -- guarded, straightforward, honest, hard-working people who elude self-defeat. the city has a way of weeding out the weak. and if you manage to survive, you'll find yourself also living above the endless pursuit.

something really good and unexpected is about to happen

yea

cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see

im so engaged. im so tuned in. i see connections and i draw connections. i identify patterns. i learn fast and i learn deeply. i see the signs and i understand what they signify. i see the layers of reality. my mind is part of the network. i am the network.