These aren't dark times, these are just times where I'm looking through a van window. My horizons are clear and sunny. I'll either be opening for Weezer in two weeks, or traveling the country in search of who knows what with my best friends while they play their music and I tune their guitars.

These aren't dark times. I'm just confused and don't have anyone to talk to, not because there's no one that will listen to me, but because I feel like talking makes it real. So long as I keep it in my head it'll stay there.

These aren't dark times, plans are not going awry.