oh well i might believe in love once again. there's something nice about seeing people as individuals with needs and longings and souls and feelings and all that and to reach out and bring them into your arms. to hug them. to seek out the good in all of us. i might once again believe in building the good in others, that's so conspicuously gone in the swirl of rock and my obsessions and desires. i might relook my life.
the problem is, so many things don't go the way i wanted it to go, but perhaps there's no reason why I can't bring back my philosophy on life which I used to know and the happiness and treasure of being nice and being with people and taking care of emotions and all and being involved again. there was a distant period, i'd admit, when everything was a warm fuzz and i'm just there dreaming and being passive, and looking at musicals and all that, in a world of your own. what i did for love, and all that jazz. its over now. this is back to reality. this is back to the people that I know. the people that matter. this is back to feelings that are familiar. i can't write a musicalish song because I didn't live in that era. it speaks to me only vaguely. i'm not familiar with all of it. i must go back. i must go back.

this is reality. this is life.