vaguely distressed with no prospect of sleep...

[your_sacred_key]

nor a desire to do so. in fact, rather lacking the desire to do just about anything.

let's drown in our music.

what do you do, when your self control to control that self control runs out?

i'm all out of juice.

i want to lie down in the middle of the cold dark road, and play music far sweeter than i posses the ability to play. to sing more loudly and powerfully and inspirationally than i will ever sing. to never sit up.

is it possible to suffocate in your own thoughts?

i'm cold, but really don't feel like doing anything about it.

i yearn for music that has never been created, and i do not know what it is. whatever it is, i need it. maybe when i figure it out, i'll be happy. for good.
or maybe that'll just be that. then i'll just be stuck again. without a slipping idea of music to cling to.

no i think i prefer the clinging, the rain, the thoughts.

you can keep your reality.