My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.
“We’re not going anywhere. Not this fucking band, or you guys; and you proved that to us. And at the end of the day we’re all chasing the same thing, we all end up in this same room for a reason. We’re part of something; we’re part of something that’s bigger than any single one of us.”