Kaiden Blake

I disappeared again. Surprise surprise. Here's a new freewrite:

Who am I talking to, if you're not what they see? Tragically hip, resting at sea. Truth is he, say I, abandoned the ship. We may not swim upstream, not at all, but it's a hell of a trip. You are a mystery, for all to see, no, none at all today - but tomorrow, you can pray; see the sun, it's a ray, it's a flower in the sky, rectify the herb, put this shit in reverb. Mix it in the studio, singing the song I wrote, back in those days when we were writing our suicide note...think they would understand what we had planned? It's the dawn of a new day, the more words I use the less I say, because it's that simple, it's the truth to be told, the tarnished memories we sold, we cashed in and baby we've got gold. Gold. Now, don't forget that story we told. You see? We hear what we want to hear, we believe what we aimed to be. I guess, I know. I'm just my own worst enemy.

Kaiden.