I was feeling nostalgic for the days when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling. I remember the feeling of the museless existence. Of the drunk, bored and listless, endless waiting for something that I knew wasn't coming. And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. I was up to my neck in motivation neglect when I felt soft waves of purpose crashing onto the surface. I was feeling nostalgic for the days when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling. I remember the feeling of the museless existence. Of the drunk, bored and listless, endless waiting for something that I knew wasn't coming. And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time.
Ridiculously infectious, instant urge to dance, rock. You're going to listen to Fan The Flames anyway, so make sure to listen to Travelin On too. John Evelyn