Things Unsaid

After an eight months hiatus, I was able to do what I like best: scream at the top of my lungs the lyrics to songs I've been listening to for years at a live concert.

Thank you, Incubus, for the giving me the chance to let it all out last night, as I concentrated all my frustations and rage into the words of Megalomaniac, The Warmth, Sick Sad Little World and Pistola.

But sure enought, it gave me something to look into as held my cellphone up and called my boyfriend during "I Wish you were here".