I liked Reality better when it was a dream.

I think that I will turn around and notice the wind blowing tops of trees. I'll see the way the world begins to need color everywhere. And I'll realize how small I really am. And then I'll spin right back around. And say, "Nick, why are you such a prick?
Why can't you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality? Your world is what you made it. And I don't want a part of it."

I'm through being cool.
Jul 22
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Darklit streets are no place for kids
But it gives us more of a home than anywhere we’ve lived.
We’re the scientists left to our own demise.
You’re still our last chance to get out of this place alive.
Wait for me, will you wait for me with arms wide?

Alone, left alone.
Watch us slowly disappear with time.
Alone, still alone.
Forgotten, lost, and left behind.
— I am so excited for the new Anberlin album.