my soul gets lost in time .... and seems bi polar but my soul is lost being only one role. But then music is there to save me and let me know I'm not alone in this soul searching journey . i don't miss the past but my souls used to being more then one person at a time . Like a schizo not being a schizo ? its just gets confusing at times but i have learned to gain some control . Its amazing how anything can set that off . Demons of our pasts always leaves scars . I think most of those demons died the day my father died , all the sadness that poured into my sou drowned them out . I don't miss people , i don't miss money i don't even miss it at all but my time machine mind just has the need to remember details in order to not forget those survival skills, to remember that i lived a unique life of my own. I think thats why i find beauty in innocence and naiveness and then spread some survival skills but to a minimum so they don't feel like I'm spilling my own secrets . no regrets i must say but wish it dint leave such a permanent scar thats so noticeable to those that try to love me .
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