Either Way
I can't seem to get out my head...or far enough in it. Either way, this middle ground is an uneasy place to be. It's too easy to slide in either direction. Up or down, forward or backward. Wrong, or right. I don't want to be silent, but I'd rather not speak. I want to be spoken to, but I don't want to hear it. I want to know, but I don't want to listen to the words that aren't said. I'll keep going. Even if it's sideways. Listening to... The Heartless Bastards, Nothing Stays the Same Sign in to see full entry.