Something about anxiety.

We got home at 8 am this morning after driving for about 18 hours.
I'm already restless.
We're writing music, I'm writing words.
It looks like the album is going to be a portrait of my own anxiety and loneliness,
and everything else that I feel everyone can relate to.
I really don't like sitting around.
Tour felt like one very long, exhausting day.
I don't want to do anything else.
I'm lacking focus.
Does anyone know anything about the Holy Terror cult?
I'm having trouble finding information.

Emily is the most wonderful part of being home, by far.

Tour Starts.

I'm up too early.

So excited to see everyone today, and get on the road.
It's cold.

Home is where the heart is.

I leave in one week.

I am content..

Home is wherever I rest for the night.

I love my girlfriend.

"Everybody knows, that love is like a prairie fire, that sweeps across the field consuming it all. Everybody knows that love will never fade of flicker, that it's as pure as the air we breathe."

By the light of the moon, I'm coming home.

In just two short weeks, I will be calling the road my home. In all honesty, the word home has lost any sense of meaning to me. I don't know where "home" is. I hope that this experience will bring me clarity and a sense of belonging. Maybe even some peace of mind. The past six months that have transpired have been the hardest, but have shown me the importance of living for what I love and even more importantly, who I love.

I sometimes slow down and look at where I'm at. I miss my friend so much. It always catches up with me when I least expect it to. I suppose that's how it goes though. I can never fully have everything under control. I think that I'm running away from my past, without fully accepting that I am. I suppose that it's just too hard to see my family the way they are, or speak to anyone that held my friend as dearly as I did. It makes me sad that I'm afraid to confront any of it. I'm confident that I'll figure things out though. One of the most important ideas that I've taken from all of this is that life always moves on. Unchallenged, ubiquitous and beautiful. It's been hard for me to grasp that a mother can move on after losing her only son. Or that a wife can still find happiness after her family fractures under the pressure of divorce and alcoholism. It's an inevitable truth though. It always can. I'll find peace.

I hate Ruby Tuesdays. I hate Apple Bees. I hate TGI Fridays. Fuck you.

Oh, and I have a beautiful girlfriend.

Hello, I'm in Deleware.

The last couple days were so nice. I've spent it with someone who is everything I could ever ask for in another person. Nothing is as wonderful as having this reason to come home from the road.

I can't wait to see the country. I want to take in all of the sights and smells, every last bit of it. For some reason I have this romantic draw to the south. I want to see everything I've read about, everything I have imagined in my head. Even though, I'm sure its far from what I've envisioned. It always is.

"This is a poem. A combination of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm . You are a poem. Little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image."

notebook.

I woke up happy today. Pleased to be part of everyone and everything.

"You were carved from bone, but your heart, it's just sand, and the wind is gonna scatter it, and cover everything with love."