I guess I never ran after that first dream. The feeling never changes though, it comes back every time the pencil hits the pad. It brings me back to when i still believed i could create something beautiful.

Things change, if i had the money back then, dreams would never die.

So here it is world, inside my mind at the very core buried beneath the bills and the bitches and punk bitches alike.

I am an artist.

"You wanna shout it out.
You wanna shout it out
and by the sound of it,
well you wanna come back baby,
wanna come back now.
Out and by the sound of it again,
you wanna shout it out."