and confusion running through them and on and forever, threads winding around and around and leading to nothing more but more chaos, a head full of stuff that's not to be grasped but hurts because everything's tangled or maybe it's collapsing into emptiness, i cant tell. i want mountains and deserts, stars and campfires and roads and love, i want dreams and clouds, fast flames but quiet, snow and ice but ideas, idealistic, iconoclasm, tunes so tangible they're tracks to i don't know, no sight in my eyes, no feeling in my brain, good night.


20121117 with jos wilder.