Why make sense?

We are looking for a place to hide, we are looking for a deeper side to hide how we feel inside, we are looking for a colder drink and we are looking for a healthier meal.

Keeping the consistency has proven to be a journey, and half the time we write we barely make any sense but we barely show anything other than hard work; striving to chase a so called dream from a so called career and a so called passion.

We’d write about the times we lost sleep but we’ve written about that before, we’d write about losing hope but we’ve written about that before, and we’d write about this and that but unfortunately it’s already on a piece of paper.