Your hero is dead.

You might think the internet is an integral part of your life.

Yeah, right.

I don't miss it. None of it. And neither would you if you ever bothered to really try to step away.

I've been trying to figure out a proper way to bring this era of my life to a close. I thought about posting a very rocking video of me. I thought about walking away with zero notice. I thought about making a post to commemorate and sum up these last couple years. None of these are to my liking. Instead, I'm going to repost the posts that I believe reflect the very core of me and the posts that I am personally most proud of.

I give to you now... me.

I have a need, to make manifest a part of me.

Who says you need to wait for Friday to fall in love? Sunday most certainly doesn't come too late at all.

I'm finally home. It should have never taken me this long to realize it but I've been pursuing the wrong dreams. What I have here is something absolutely wonderful. Sometimes it takes prompting from someone to remind you of things you've once enjoyed.

You can have your fancy cars. You can have your stuffy homes. You can have your so-called exciting nightlife.

I don't need it.

I'll take my bright blue skies. I'll take my fresh air. I'll take my parks, my trails, my riverside wildlife, this life.

Don't you understand how completely gorgeous this? Don't you know what it's like to set the pace with music pumping through your headphones? Haven't you taken a three hour walk in the parks, greeting strangers with smiles, only to be disappointed that the walk is over when you get back home?

Don't you know what it's like to really live?

If only I could really put into words how I really feel. I think she knows...

I had this all put into words an hour ago. In my head. Then again, maybe it never could be put into words.

Eyes fading open and shut with every line.

Hold that note as loud and as long as possible. Feel it.

Instrumental parts saying things you could never voice with your words.

"I want to... be real again"

If a voice could ever be so powerful to sing how you much you feel the words.

If you see me headed your way in my car, singing...

That face is one of pure happiness.

I want for you to feel this. As I do.

I want for you to understand this. As I do.

I want you to see my eyes. As I see you.

Scripted lines.

Unscripted you.

I couldn't have written a better unscripted you.