TIME TO STOP LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW.

I miss so many things.

Like taking photos like that ^

I don't do anything any more.

I've become so, fucking, dull. 

Shit's about to get relatively mild.

Yeh, seeing things from different perspectives is great.

Even so.

I really miss that familiar feeling, that connection, when people perceive things in exactly the same way that you do. 
When people agree, and understand, I guess.

When that happens, things will begin to look up.

I'm back.

I don't know why specifically here, but it just feels like the right place.

And I do what feels right. Regardless of whether it's right or wrong.

Idiosyncrasy, unusualness, old habits and all that shit.

I stumbled back upon this blog and read through a few posts - I realise that they were mostly ridiculous, pretentious and almost attention seeking(?). But anyway.

They seem a lot further in the past than they actually are.

I guess that's because a lot has happened.

And because things have changed.

Change is wonderful, as long as you don't forget who you are. 

That has happened to me a little bit recently.

Got a little bit lost.

Everybody gets lost. 

It's finding your way again (sometimes in new completely different directions) that makes it all worthwhile.

Anyway.
Enough justification.

Not sure why I always try hard to justify everything (I do that a lot).

I just remembered it was nice to spill a little bit of my brain out somewhere.

It's good to release. 

It's good to spill.

Not milk though.

That's just sad.

Oh, and I also like fitting a few words to pretty pictures.

Oh yeh, um,

Take a risk.

Nothing feels real at the moment.

I don't know what my mind is doing any more.

I don't know what's genuine and what I'm making up.

I feel... detached. 

I miss feeling like this:

lost

This Does Not Exist.

Whe n eve ry thing is lone ly I can be my own b est frie nd,
I'll g et a co f fee an d t he pa per , hav e m y o wn co nversa t i o n s ,,,
W ith th e si dewal k a n d the p igeo ns an d m y wind o w r efl ection ,
T he mask I poli s h in the evening by th e m orn ing l o o ks

li k e

s h it.

Is

t h is

_r eal?

Chapter 2.

Lone Wolf

The End.

I'm moving onto better things.

I hope you enjoyed your stay.

A hunger for conflict, chaos and destruction may take you in interesting directions, but in the end, it's not worth it. Manipulation gets you nowhere but hell. And doing things when they feel right is not always the best way to go.

But remember, life takes you on many adventures, some turn out wonderful, some leave you soul-destroyed. But take them all, learn from them, never forget them, and live your life.

Take a risk.

Yours truly,

Ben Galvin.

Just Enough Dark To See.

The Ever Changing Spectrum Of A Lie.

"The Everchanging Spectrum Of A Lie"

The opener to The Joy Formidable's full length debut album, "The Big Roar".

A good start to the new music scene of 2011.

"The dangers of showing any kind of weakness"

Direction.

I hope I'm walking along the right street.

Normally my instinct finds the right direction without a map.

Although, sometimes roads look quite similar and just as inviting as others, yet lead in the completely wrong direction.

But then again, getting lost is always quite fun, I do tend to enjoy an unanticipated adventure.

Intentions.

I'm not sure whether this feeling is good or not.

I thought it was good.

I'm not sure its intentions are good though.

Can a feeling have its own intentions?

I don't think so.

If You Are A Dreamer.

-Shel Silverstein

Hypocrite.

A while ago I posted this:

"...I'm just living.

I think people forget to do that sometimes.

They get caught up with so many problems and dilemmas of such little significance that they forget to live life and just live through their problems and failures instead of their hopes and dreams."

I don't know how it happened, but I have begun to do exactly that, I've been caught up by all these problems of little or no significance.

Seems I lost a few parts of my soul without even realising it.

Almost lost myself for a bit there.

Time to get me back.

Distant.

You Only Live Once.

"Some people think they're always right,

Others are quiet and uptight,

Others they seem so very nice, oh oh,

Inside they might feel sad and wrong, oh no.

Twenty nine different attributes,

Only seven that you like,

Twenty ways to see the world,

Twenty ways to start a fight,

Don't don't don't get up,

I can't see the sunshine,

I'll be waiting for you baby,

Cause I'm through,

Sit me down,

Shut me up,

I'll calm down,

And I'll get along with you,

Oh men don't notice what they've got,

And women think of that a lot,

One thousand ways to please your man, oh oh,

Not even one requires a plan, oh no,

Countless odd religions too,

It doesn't matter which you choose, oh no,

One stubborn way to turn your back, oh oh,

Oh this I've tried and I refuse, oh oh,

Don't don't don't get up!

I can't see the sunshine,

I'll be waiting for you baby,

Cause I'm through,

Sit me down,

Shut me up,

I'll calm down,

And I'll get along with you, oh,

Shut me up,

Shut me up,

And I'll get along with you."

It's Breaking Through.

Old Shit/New Shit.

"Everyone loves you,
Nobody cares,
An awful collection,
Of enemies and friends,
Congratulations to you,
With sad regrets,
I'm tired of the old shit,
Let the new shit begin."