The Heavy - The House That Dirt Built - How You Like Me Now
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The benefits of anxiety. It’s seeing the wall, acknowledging the wall, thinking about the wall, worrying about the wall, fearing the wall, feeling the wall, smelling the air around the wall, and then realizing that you have no idea why that wall is there, you have no idea what is on the other side of the wall, you have no idea what the wall is even made of or why there are even walls at all, you can barrel through that wall, you can climb over that wall, go under, you can kick it down, if you look close enough to the right or to the left you realize you can just walk around the wall. And sometimes when its all over you toss your head back in laughter, because that wall you just made it past, that wall that fucked with your head, that wall that made your brow, pits, and hands sweat profusely, that wall that made you lose sleep, that wall that infiltrated your dreams, that wall that kept you from doing everything amazing you ever wanted to do, that wall that kept you from saying hello or fuck you even, that wall that made you lose your appetite, that wall that ends up behind you becomes nothing more than a reminder. A reminder that sometimes there are benefits to all that crazy shit that seems like it’s interfering with your everything. A mere stepping stone. You wouldn’t stay friends with someone that is always keeping you from doing all the cool shit you want to do, would you? Fuck that wall. Not literally. That’s a ‘hole’ different kind of wall.