...and to think I once said no more musicians.

I'd become content along my loner journey but now he's come along like something I concocted just for myself, ...straight from my imagination.

I'll never cage you, you're free, but I do hope you'll stay.

I prefer to remain a little loose screwed...just so you know what you're getting yourself into. I hope that you're a little unscrewed too but you seem pretty screwed in, hmm.

You tossed something that you thought worthless. You now realize it's value but it's too late, it's flown...give up. It's never going to return to you. Go away.

I feel so free, such a weight has been lifted.

Traveling the steps to the eighth floor.

I feel like I can fly.

Watching myself in the mirror for minutes while analyzing my recent thoughts and actions...extreme highs and lows... a case of freedom-induced mania.

There is harsh air outside.
I took a walk through the graveyard with a friend and my fingers and feet went numb.
...warm...tea...please
I am in admittance of my pansy ways this winter... all I want to do is huddle under blankets.
...man it's been hard to get up in a.m.

Clear and free of storm...momentarily.