Theres no beauty.

There's a beat a drum that soothes all of our souls, a high note and a low note for every mood. A drawn out pattern of beats for every break up. Who decides what... who decides where.. who decides when.. The need for escape is heavy within each of us. I know my current friends. I love them. I can't tell one of you a damn thing right now. Because you don't care. What troubles me only means something to me. That is how it should be. But sometimes you need more than that. And lately... I need more than that.