Buck 65

can say it a lot better than I can right now..

"I just gazed the same few black and white photographs of distant loves,
long lost souls, diamonds of my most glorious moments.

"The monuments will remain and that's all that matters, but the question
always becomes, "Am I happy?"

"Now I don't have it in me to fuss over much, I need sleep more than
ever before. What remains of my violence is so precious, I keep all of
it to myself. What frightens me most now is my gradual loss of hearing,
so I'm guided more and more by vibes, I shield my eyes from flickering
images and document my dreams with as much detail as possible. I figure
I'll write my book when it's all I can do but I don't know when."