my life, my sanity, my dream

Does it scare you? Does it cripple you? Does it make you want to forget everything you've ever wanted? Knowing that almost 5 years have passed and we are right where we started, only its worse. Its worse because when we started we had the fire. The fire that corsed through our viens, the passion that tasted bitter in the back of our throats, the drive that made our bodies ache. Now we have those things but they are weakend to the point where you are unable to move becuase of the drive, you are unable to breathe because of the fire, you are unable to speak because of the passion that has left your throat raw.

Here we are once again at the drawing board. Bringing up every insignificant detail that may give us hope. We sit here having to talk up the people who once inspired us. Its to the point where you repeat every word hoping someone can pull an idea out of it. We are at the point were our friends no longer listen to our far fetched ideas and hopless dreams. The people who once cheered us on our now looking down at you with pity and despair. 

But you have this one thing, this one very small thing. This one thing that set you apart from everyone. This one thing that you had underwraps that you carried with you everywhere. This one thing that made you laugh on the inside because you had this little secret. This little secret that allowed you to get through every fucking class, every fucking high school dance, every fucking unimportant fight with people that didnt matter. You have it and not many people do. Its your secret weapon. Its the knowledge that there is more. That there are people like you. Because when you would go to the shows and you saw the fire that they spat on stage and you saw the few people who recognized the passion. You knew then and there that this wasnt about the fame, this wasnt about the money, this wasnt about them. It was about you. It was every show that made you go to sleep with ringing ears and your heart ache with wanting. Wanting to be free, wanting to be apart of something, wanting them to see the fire that danced behind your eyes. And all of those things 5 years later are the same things that will get you through your problems know. Our day WILL come. and we WILL wait. and every person who doesnt believe that WILL one day curse not only our names but their own because they were dumb enough to believe that our dreams and their dreams couldnt come true.

This is for you. You who never gave up, you who will never give up. You who never thought I was stupid for my ramblings. You who stood by me then and stands by me now. Everything we are so desperate for will come true. You are a huge part of the reason I am still going. I owe you my life, my sanity, my dream. 

M. 

OUR DAY WILL COME.