this day started out icy.
warmed up to brilliance.
and is reaching a nebulous finality-- of what, i can't quite grasp.
i'm suspended between intentions of shouting on the rooftops and a desire to keep all unsullied within.
no one wants to be accused of normalcy. everyone desires a congregation. mimic, mimic, mimic. a long line of mirrors, that's what we are. but if we're accused, we scorn. laugh. deride. a jeremiad of individuality thrown back in their face. such blindness hurts the eyes.
sometimes i feel so helpless i just want to sit down.
usually... i just really want to delete this blog.
no songs today.
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