Reflection over chili fries.

I'm sure that wasn't the best time to think of things. But it does remind you of when you could eat eight corn dogs, two regular hot dogs, an order of fries and chug down a pepsi without gaining a single pound. You actually wanted to gain weight.

Soon everything slows down with your body, and time flies by faster. The endless summers now actually feel like three months, which now only feel like a week.

Long are gone the days where you can find pleasure in locking yourself away from the world when it screams back at you. No longer is the music your comfort zone to which to turn to, when the fires emitted from angry voices have burnt your nerves to a crisp.

There seems to be some sort of weird balance, where you can't get away or let go of the things that could otherwise help you save this place. The demons you had no idea that you were summoning in your room, clouded by the bleeping and bright lights triggered by a tv remote.

The caffeine and carbonation to wash it all down.

This feels like another one of those days.

No matter how much inspiration you can breathe in, or how much advice you retrieve.

Your stuck on this road again, and the pigeon lands on the light post of truth. The one that wrapped itself around you, it tried to show you something by cracking the sky with the light, but now that truth is dead to you.

The sky is grey and it's cold, at least to us weak sauce californians. The ipod starts playing "California Dreamin'" by the Mamas and Papas.

Suddenly, it hits you. The song is trying to tell you something.. so you keep listening to each song that it plays.

Everything is absolutely clear!

Then when you're crossing the bridge, you start getting static and it cuts off and you're left with bits and pieces of some Reggae song.

My soul doesn't exactly harmonize with that type of music.

It never has, I don't know why.

Doesn't make sense does it? Such happy music, but it just bores me.

It kills me.

It drains my inspiration and empties my dreams.

Not because it's happy music, I just don't know.

Maybe one day it'll grow on me.

But regardless, music isn't always what people make it out to be.

or any of the arts.

In those eyes, you will never be a hero.