spent yesterday afternoon lazing in the warm nest of a family 2 week old little one in my arms, 18mo old on my back laughing with melli and roan, proud parents, amazing friends
three men fell through the ice, one was lost i could tell in mom's words and in dad's voice a small town tragedy is inherently felt at home, brought into one's heart
she paced above me in needle-like heels so i paced myself around some sharp words none of it coming out right writing for voice lyrical pit of despair, circling the drain
show next thursday and still have to write the songs surreal shocks of horror at the idea of what i will have to perform am i a genius or my own guinea pig?